Someone said to me once “you just don’t understand how scared women are of having transgender men[sic] come into our dressing rooms. Just how scary that is. I mean they have male ‘stuff’, or used to!”
This last weekend I was shopping with Fierra and a cisgender woman at the mall, and we were having a blast - going through the discount racks and cracking jokes like “these slacks look like the Bee Gees, put into a wood chipper!” And generally just shopping and hanging out. After 3 hours shopping, I got a text message from a new transgender woman I’ve been meeting with and helping get started.
“Help. Can you give me a reason to go on?”
Me: “What’s going on? Where are you?”
Her: “I’m in the dressing room at the Limited. Too scared to come out. Can’t do it.”
It turns out she was at the same mall we were at, just a few minutes walk away.
Me: “Do you need me to come there? I’ll come get you.”
Her: “No, wife got me. Crying so much.”
Me: “Come down to [store I was at]. Just down the way. I’ve got Fierra and a friend. We’ll take care of you.”
About 5 minutes later a profoundly unhappy cisgender woman (her wife) showed up, leading a terrified transwoman who was almost collapsing inside herself from terror. I gave both of them hugs and tried to talk to the transwoman, who was almost catatonic with terror. After several minutes of trying to act in high spirits, along with Fierra and our friend welcoming them and bantering along about clothes, basically she blurted out:
Her: “I just can’t invade women’s spaces like this. I’m in their changing room. I don’t want any of them to be afraid of me or hate me or hurt me. What if one of them started screaming or attacked me? What if they called the cops and I went to jail? I just wanted to try on some jeans and a new top! All the women knew I was trans and they wanted me out of there! They knew I was trans!” [Actually, that was untrue; her wife who was with her said not one person did anything other than smile politely, until she broke down]
She was so afraid of not just inconveniencing the other women in there, but she was actually afraid of being attacked! Sadder still, she passes pretty doggone well, even her voice! I’d love to have her voice, in fact.
Later we went to a Starbucks, the five of us, and again she was withdrawn and almost collapsed into herself, while her wife was holding her hand and rubbing her back (her wife truly supports her and loves her.) And as I was talking about transition in public spaces and shopping and giving some guidance, the new transwoman was terrified. She whispered to me “I think people can hear you.”
And I looked around the Starbucks, at a table with 4 high school kids to the right, and a few tables with singles or couples talking or reading, and I said loudly “someone might figure out I’m a transsexual woman and not cisgender like the rest of you?[a little lie] Hey, that’s That’s cool!” A couple of the kids looked over, no expression on their face, and they went back to talking. One woman looked over, I made eye contact and smiled, and she smiled politely back, and went back to reading.
“See, no one cares.” I said. “Know your place and time - it’s Starbucks, in the middle of the day, at an upscale mall, and you’re surrounded by friends. Relax. It’s cool. You’re safe. Let’s have fun!”
But it didn’t work. It was a gamble, I admit. So we invited everyone back to our house for wine and conversation, and the new girl opened up and had fun. A couple of friends in the community dropped by too, and we had an impromptu little party.
Three days afterwards, the same new girl ordered a pizza from a local carry-out, drove to the parking lot, and was too afraid to get out of her car to pick it up. So she sat in her car and sobbed, then paid for the pizza by credit card over the phone, and let it sit and get cold at the store until her wife could eventually come by after work and get it.
She has a very long way to go, mentally, before she is ready.
What does this anecdote intended to illustrate? That some of us are far, far more afraid of you than you are of us.