I transitioned from male to female around 10 years ago at the age of 27, and doing so undoubtedly saved my life. I made the decision to transition one night, having left my home with no intention of ever returning. On that occasion I chose “do” rather than “die”.
Fast forward a decade, and I now have a career in the NHS and a quiet life with travel, socialising and time in the gym being my interests. At the start of last week I was as happy as I’ve been in my adult life. Now, every one of those aspects is shrouded in uncertainty and worry. Will the gym still welcome me? When out with my friends, what do I do about toilets? When I travel, airport security is even more of a minefield than before.
Then there is work. I found myself lying awake the night after the supreme court ruling wondering where in our department I’ll have to get changed. Where will I keep my things when the locker room is out of bounds? I’m ...
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