Being a comic geek I asked myself the question, "What super power would I have?" To which I answered "Super speed". I'm a big fan of The Flash comics. Then later on I asked myself what "ability" would I want in real life that I don't have now? So I thought, "You know what I'd really love? The ability to read on the level of my age and intelligence."
Now I've never been tested for dyslexia, but it's a belief held by my peers and colleagues over the years that I'm on that spectrum. I'm also lucky to have great friends who understand and support.
I was also lucky in senior/high school. They had an IT programme which helped kids with reading, spelling and/or maths. Which I went to once a day during class. But I felt a bit of a burden when I had to have friends read textbooks to me. God bless you Emma. You had the patience of a saint. That being said it doesn't help your self esteem needing things being read to you.
But the best thing modern day has brought are audiobooks. I've enjoyed so many great books that I would not have loved in any other way.
I'm 29 now. I know and wish my reading could be better. Comics and mangas. It takes me time to go though paperwork and read though Facebook and Twitter posts. But the important thing is that I'm not afraid to keep trying and importantly not afraid to ask for help.
I hope this helps someone.
Standing in the cubical. I've got three more stops before I get off the train. I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I still look like me, but not quite. Having to sort out long hair is alien. I'm two stops away from my station. My hands are shacking. I'm terrified. Will people in the carriage notice I changed? What will happen if someone does notice? Can I do this?
"Yes you can! You will go out there sit down and just go back to your iPod. Now go out there and fucking own it!"
I tentatively unlock the door. "Just go out there". I take a deep breath and open the door. I step out and get my bag wedged the doorway. Not the best start. I dislodge my bag and go back to my seat. One more stop. The train seems to slow down as I wait for my stop. I feel sick. I slowly get up and walk to the doors. My heart is in my throat. I look around. No-one's looking. No-one seams to even care. I set off the train with a sense of accomplishment.
London Pride here I come.
I had a very enjoyably trip to London Pride.
I wrote this small segment to express how I felt on the train to show that it's not always easy but worth it in the end. And I hope it helps people. to show that others go though the some things.
Now to clarify I am not transgender. I am a cis man who likes to crossdressing when he can.
If you have an interest in transgender topics I'd recommend you check out @LauraKBuzz @MagsVisaggs @TransWomenFacts @JoannaBlackhart @OhMiaGod @8BitGoggles on twitter just to name a few.