Had a dream last night where this woman was hitting her transgender little girl, no older than 5. I stepped in and protected the crying child, grabbing the woman's arm. She began to cry, and it came to light that she thought being transgender was a choice, that she had to hit the girl to change her mind before it was “too late.” So I told her the truth: it's not a choice. That it was a feeling, from deep within your very soul, that the identity you'd been assigned was wrong, that she'd fought with those feelings for years, unable to understand them or articulate them until recently, and even now didn't have the words to articulate her feelings as clearly as I was articulating them now. I sensed the girl stop crying and nod, agreeing with my words.
And I thought that was just so powerful and true, I had to share it.