Last Wednesday one of my teachers that knows I’m trans* was talking to me in front of the class and used the wrong pronouns. 5 mins later she came up to me, handing me a really nice brand new sketch book and simply said “Merry Christmas” and walked away. I took the sketchbook and said thanks and I opened it up to find a note saying “Sorry I called you a she.” Little things like this can just make my day.
THAT’S JUST REALLY AWESOME, OKAY? OKAY.
WOW SUPER NICE
This is how I wish people handled apologizing, simply acknowledging their fuck up, saying their sorry (and meaning it), and not turning it into a public scene.
good people :)
this is nice :)
I’ve had friends tell me to call them out, embarrass them, anytime they get my pronouns wrong. Except it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t like doing that.
That looks like a really fucking nice sketchbook too
God, I love this. I always get a little choked up seeing things like this. And going back to the person who says they don’t like calling their friends out:
YEAH people out there in the world, I’d ask not to put the responsibility on your trans* friends for getting pronouns/names right but to take it on yourselves. I think it’s great that you’re supportive and want to learn as fast as possible, but it’s hard to interrupt a conversation every time a misgendering happens, with every person it happens with, every day and every place I go for the rest of my life. Sometimes it doesn’t feel worth it, and sometimes it feels like I’m overreacting. I have to make a decision if it’s worth the energy time someone slips up—or maybe they just don’t understand, and I have to decide if it’s worth the explanation or worth making it feel bad—or if it’s easier to spend the rest of the day, week, or even month feeling mildly upset and disgusted with myself for not speaking up.
Just something I’ve been thinking about after a big extended family gathering where I got a mixed bag as far as gendering goes.