Wednesday, May 18

Fluoxetine doesn’t bother you, hormones do

In the midst of the controversy over the Trans Law that the Council of Ministers approved on Tuesday, queer minors have not overlooked that transexclusive people today cling to an argument with which they achieve great social repercussion: their concern for children , girls, boys and adolescents, in theory the most vulnerable side of society. To our surprise, a group of extremists wants to position themselves as “the defenders of children” attacking us.

I’ve been living “trans” since I was ten years old. It could be said that I live in a small utopia in which we ask ourselves the pronouns before the names; We are all gender fluid and bisexual, and we collect those pronouns as Pokemon cards: she / they, it / its, they / he. New identities that make many nervous.

“Do not maim the children” they write in articles and books designed to instigate and provoke fear. I have more trans friends who take antidepressants than friends who take testosterone. Because Fluoxetine does not bother parents, or the State, when it comes to dealing with dysphoria in adolescents, but hormones do. The fight to avoid hormonal and surgical transitions for teenagers only translates into more gender dysphoria.

I grew up with my best friend, we both grew up to be non-binary teens. He is of my gender and I am gender fluid. I never had dysphoria or conflict coming out of the closet with my polyamorous parents, but their experience was different from mine. He lost all relationship with his father because of who he is, he refused to accept him. Many parents also react like this after hearing all the manipulative warnings that are poured out in the media. Transphobes do not care about family as they pretend, they defend only one type of family. And his transphobia ruins millions of other coexistence.

Another friend of mine is discriminated against by his mother and father. It was super difficult for him to come out of the closet and after all the insults and the past time, every time he dares to wear a skirt or be minimally “feminine” his whole identity is questioned again.

My institute is known to be quite progressive, “trans friendly”, let’s say. It’s the reason I decided to go. Two years ago I came out of the closet downtown and started with the name change and everything else. The process was not complicated, the name was changed on the lists, my card, but not in the minds of my classmates and teachers. Every time they are wrong in high I convulse a little inside, I swear to you. In recent years I have learned more about smiling and nodding at mistakes than in my entire life. At other times I have had to learn to interrupt a class to correct my own teachers with the whole classroom watching me: to lose the fear of “being an edge” for defending myself.

At my super cool high school there are openly gay teachers, each year I get at least two lesbians or gays. I always meet them at the Pride mani. But never a trans woman has taught me grammar, never a gender person has taught me biology. How am I supposed to learn from the world if no one teaches me from my point of view, from shared experiences?

Queer is no longer just an adult, it is adolescent and childish as well. And books like “Irreversible Damage” by Abigail Shrier start to come out. I must say that when I saw the video of the youtuber Un Tío Blanco Hetero about it, I rolled my eyes so much that I thought I was going to go blind. Among its premises already well disseminated by transphobic groups, and among an immense amount of intellectualized atrocities, there is something that caught my attention. And that’s why I thought I had the right to talk about it since I am one of the, as the author says, “daughters seduced by transgender madness.”

I was very amused to know that the whole idea for her book came out of her great surprise to discover that a group of friends came out of the closet as trans almost at the same time. My groups of friends are all exclusively made up of LGBT people, for example, and it is common for trans people to live in non-mixed trans people groups. What’s so weird about it? As if it were unusual for someone to come out of the closet in a group little by little everyone else followed him not for imitating him, for contagion or something sinister, but for having lost their fear together.

Enter “adultcentrism” here, the mentality of adults imposing themselves on adolescent affairs in practically any area: the girl does not know, the girl is imitating her friends, the girl saw it on Netflix, the girl is not able to know nothing about herself, the girl thinks she knows but she doesn’t. They try to protect us from ourselves, actually protecting them from the discomfort we cause them.

But the girl does know and is actually the only one capable of knowing about herself.

Vox tells us that we are going against biology. Carmen Calvo calls us “a delicate subject.” They tell us that we are “too young” to know ourselves. They call us “fashion”. They make fun of our non-binary identity and our inclusive language. The machitos trivialize the neutral. Ayuso says that homophobic attacks are “specific cases” and not a systematic attack. Even Kim Kardashian has used “fag” as an insult. We become the subject of debate before people. Before you children.

We have trans law but also the awareness that this law will not change much for migrant trans girls and non-binaries trans. And that we need more.