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Jan. 6th, 2003 09:10 amI wake up this mroning and went downstairs. Ms. Scale was not kind. I will never understand how one can gain more weight than one ingests in pure mass. I did my 20 minutes on the torture device and went to check my morning mail.
And then things got interesting. In the Chinese sense.
My icq starts popping up messages and within five minutes, still 30 minutes from actually getting out of bed, I find myself calling the Ohio police because a friend of mine from GP is talking to a teenage transgirl who's been threatening suicide for a few days and is going to do it NOW. She can't call because her phone line is obviously busy keeping the poor girl talking. First try, the number is disconnected. How nice. Second try is fire and they ineptly transfer me to 911, but have apparently patched in a fax machine as well. So Itry the police. The person isn't actually in city, but they take the call and relay it to the suburb. Thankfully they didn't think a third party calling in this situation was as weird as it sounded. I know there's been a few newspaper articles about internet third party interventions. A few minutes after hanging up, the suburban dispatcher called me with responders on the radio. They got in and the girl should be getting help.
I'm 37 and just starting transition. I think of myself as hopelessly old and I'm so envious of teenager transitioners. They will get so much more of their lives. Their physical appearance is so much better. And they have so many fewer hurdles to jump through. How can we transmit to these girls (and guys) how much potential their lives have and how far they will be able to go. It's so terribly sad. No future is without clouds for someone transexual, but for people that age, the future is limitless as long as they're willing to endure the pain for a time.
And now I'm at work and it would be much to hard to explain what brought all of this on. I had enough troubles remembering what pronoun to use for whom while on the phone to the police. And I feel very much like crying, not out of sadness or happiness, but just to emotionally purge and I just don't really have that option.
And then things got interesting. In the Chinese sense.
My icq starts popping up messages and within five minutes, still 30 minutes from actually getting out of bed, I find myself calling the Ohio police because a friend of mine from GP is talking to a teenage transgirl who's been threatening suicide for a few days and is going to do it NOW. She can't call because her phone line is obviously busy keeping the poor girl talking. First try, the number is disconnected. How nice. Second try is fire and they ineptly transfer me to 911, but have apparently patched in a fax machine as well. So Itry the police. The person isn't actually in city, but they take the call and relay it to the suburb. Thankfully they didn't think a third party calling in this situation was as weird as it sounded. I know there's been a few newspaper articles about internet third party interventions. A few minutes after hanging up, the suburban dispatcher called me with responders on the radio. They got in and the girl should be getting help.
I'm 37 and just starting transition. I think of myself as hopelessly old and I'm so envious of teenager transitioners. They will get so much more of their lives. Their physical appearance is so much better. And they have so many fewer hurdles to jump through. How can we transmit to these girls (and guys) how much potential their lives have and how far they will be able to go. It's so terribly sad. No future is without clouds for someone transexual, but for people that age, the future is limitless as long as they're willing to endure the pain for a time.
And now I'm at work and it would be much to hard to explain what brought all of this on. I had enough troubles remembering what pronoun to use for whom while on the phone to the police. And I feel very much like crying, not out of sadness or happiness, but just to emotionally purge and I just don't really have that option.
