Transgénero

Há dias falei aqui da filha da Angelina Jolie e Brad Pitt, que queria ser tratada por Jonh.

Agora soube-se doutro caso, que infelizmente teve um final menos bom, de uma jovem chamada Leelah Alcorn.

Quer dizer originalmente esta jovem nasceu como sendo um menino, mas sempre se sentiu uma menina.

Tramado esta coisa de sentir, que se é algo que não se é...

Bom, mas não percebendo muito destes assuntos, o que se passa é que quem nasce com esta "divergência", digamos assim, de pensamento muitas vezes sofre. Neste caso esta jovem sofreu até ao ponto de terminar com a sua vida.

Basicamente ela nasceu como sendo menino (fisicamente falando) mas sempre se sentiu menina. Ou seja, quando se olhava ao espelho sentia-se e via-se com sendo uma menina.

Mas o grande problema, por norma, é a sociedade que recebe mal estes indivíduos que são vistos como divergentes.

Neste caso o problema da menina não foi a sociedade, foram os pais.

Os pais não aceitaram esta diferença. Não amaram indiscriminadamente esta criança. Não a apoiaram. E ela por não se sentir amada pelas pessoas mais importantes da sua vida matou-se.

Acabou com a sua vida. Porque para ela a vida não fazia sentido, era confusa, não era aceite. Era vista como algo incorrecta. E pronto.

Isto foi o que ela disse antes de se suicidar (deixou uma carta):

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don't be sad, it's for the better. The life I would've lived isn't worth living in… because I'm transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy's body, and I've felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally 'boyish' things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn't make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don't tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don't ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won't do anything but make them hate them self. That's exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more Christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn't receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a 'f*** you' attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that's obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I'm surprised I didn't kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent's disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn't actually give a s**t about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like s**t because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I've had enough. I'm never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I'm never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I'm never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I'm never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I'm never going to find a man who loves me. I'm never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There's no winning. There's no way out. I'm sad enough already, I don't need my life to get any worse. People say 'it gets better' but that isn't true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That's the gist of it, that's why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that's not a good enough reason for you, it's good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don't give a s**t which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren't treated the way I was, they're treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say 'that's f***ed up' and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

Aqui vai um pouco da sua história, que já está na Wikipédia, esta é a transcrição:

Alcorn nasceu em Novembro de 1997, como Joshua Ryan Alcorn. Com 3 irmãos, ela foi criada num ambiente Envangélico. Assinou a sua carta de despedida como "(Leelah) Josh Alcorn".2 3 4

De acordo com a carta, Alcorn identificava-se como transgenera desde os 14 anos de idade, quando conheceu o termo, sentindo-se "como uma rapariga presa no corpo de um rapaz" desde que ela fez 4 anos.2 Ela tentou convencer os seus pais de que precisava de cirurgias transitórias, mas eles reagiram "extremamente mal" à sua identidade, tendo a sua mãe forçado Alcorn a frequentar terapeutas de conversão Cristãos. 2 4 5

A carta também descreve Alcorn a revelar-se como gay aos 16 anos, com esperança de que seria assim mais fácil revelar-se como transgénera no futuro. Ela escreveu que foi forçada a sair da escola pelos seus pais e isolada do mundo exterior por 5 meses, com os seus pais a privá-la de telemóveis, computadores e outras formas de comunicação. Ela descreve esta fase da sua vida como um enorme contributo para o seu suicídio. 2 Ela escreveu que os seus pais "queriam que eu fosse o seu filho perfeito, heterosexual e Cristão, e isso não era obviamente o que eu queria.".

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A polícia comunicou que Alcorn estava a caminhar em direção a sul na Interstate 71 quando foi atingida por um camião perto das 2 e meia da manhã.6 Leelah morreu no local. Acredita-se que tenha caminhado cerca de 4 milhas desde a casa dos seus pais em Kings Mill, Ohio.7 8 O trânsito esteve cortado por mais de 1 hora depois do ocorrido.9 O condutor não foi acusado.10

Isto foi o que os pais disseram:

"We don't support [transgenderism], religiously. ... But we told him that we loved him unconditionally. We loved him no matter what. I loved my son. People need to know that I loved him. He was a good kid, a good boy."
 "God doesn't make mistakes,"

Traduzindo:

Nós não apoiamos o transgenerismo, religiosamente..mas nós sempre lhe dissemos que o amávamos incondicionalmente. Gostávamos dele independentemente de tudo. Eu amava o meu filho. As pessoas precisam de saber que eu o amava. Ele era um bom miúdo, um bom rapaz. Deus não comete erros.

Conclusão: Nunca o aceitaram, nem depois da morte. Continua a tratá-lo como sendo do sexo masculino.

Fotos/textos: fishwrapper
Carta: (Leelah) Josh Alcorn
Transcrição: Wikipédia