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Re-Post from Gender Mom

Published September 6, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Dear Ms. S.

bring-it

“Hey, Third Grade! Bring it!”

My little wonder starts third grade tomorrow. (How did thathappen?)

We bought all her school supplies and some snazzy new clothes.

She’s got her first-day outfit picked out.

Now all that’s left is for her mom to email the teacher:

Dear Ms. S.,

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow my little girl starts third grade!

As you know, M. is transgender, and it occurred to me it might be a good idea to send you a little information/background. (I’m sure some of it is stuff you already know, but I’d rather be a little repetitive than neglect to mention something important!)

M. is very private about being transgender.  The only staff at school who know this fact are you, the school counselor, Ms. H., and Principal F. (I think the gym teacher and school nurse know, too.) M.’s dad and I would like to be the ones to decide before anyone else at school is told.  (Of course, M. may tell anyone she likes.)  M. also told a handful of friends last year that she was transgender.  I think the only child she told who will be in your class this year is L. 

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I told the story of my daughter telling her school friends in an episode of my podcast.

You probably know that Ms. L., from the district office, did a gender lesson in Ms. H.’s class last year, and that the lesson included explaining what transgender was and reading the book,“I am Jazz.” After the lesson, M. told Ms. H. that she wanted to tell the whole class that she was transgender.  Ms. H. suggested to M. that she talk with me and her dad first.  M. then decided she would like to tell just her closest friends.  Before she did so, I spoke with each of the girls’ moms, to let them know, in case their kids came home with questions. 

Ms. H. then arranged for the girls to eat lunch with her in the classroom one day, instead of the cafeteria, so that M. could tell the girls privately that she was transgender.  I gather it went really well and that the girls didn’t see it as a big deal.  M. also explained that it was private information that she would like them to keep to themselves.  As far as I know, they (and their parents) have all respected this. 

By the way, we like to use the word “private,” rather than “secret,” because it doesn’t have the connotation of something bad/shameful that a “secret” does.  The way we explain it is that M. likes to be the one to decide whom she wants to share this information with, since it’s her personal information.  I think explaining it this way is empowering for M., and gives other kids the idea that it’s about respecting their friend, and not about keeping secrets. 

My expectation (and my hope) is that M.’s transgender status will be mostly a non-issue this year, as it was last year.  She’s just a regular little girl who loves to hang out with her pack of girlfriends.  But she does carry around a certain level of anxiety about being trans, and this emerged last year (near the end of the school year) when she told me she was afraid the other kids might “hurt her” or “kill her” if they learned she was transgender.  I don’t think she actually thought they would harm her physically, but she was upset.  To ease her mind, I arranged for us to meet with Principal F., who reassured M. that she would be kept safe at school.  I think this helped M. feel better. 

But the reality is that living “stealth” (the term transgender people use for not revealing their trans status) is stressful.  M. lives with a certain amount of anxiety every day, worrying people will find out and judge her.  She is extremely cautious about how she dresses (you’ll notice there are always layers), and about using the bathroom and changing rooms.  For the most part, she manages this anxiety well, and I know she feels loved and supported by her family, neighbors, friends, and school.  But it’s still hard.

Ms. S., I just wanted to make sure you had this background information, since the same issues may arise this year.  I’m guessing that M. will want to tell more of her friends that she is transgender.  She really seems to NEED to tell her closest friends.  I am so glad she feels safe in doing so, but the reality is that the more kids she tells, the harder it will be to remain “stealth” at school.  Ms. H. did a beautiful job handling this with M.’s friends last year in second grade, so please do talk with her if you think that would be helpful to you. 

If you have any questions about how best to support M., please ask anytime!  And we’d also really like to be in the loop if anything comes up around this issue at school, so we can support M. from home. 

Thank you for supporting M. — and her parents. We can’t wait for third grade!!

Marlo

The Long Night, for d’Verse

Published September 5, 2016 by Nan Mykel

They say human beings don’t like questions without answers. If there’s a big unanswered question, someone answers it with a myth, a conspiracy theory, a lie, or  a guess, forgetting I guess about randomness. (For a challenge read http://www.askamathematician.com/2009/12/q-do-physicists-really-believe-in-true-randomness/)

Take flying saucers, for example.  One night about 1948 our family was watching a movie in a drive-in theater in Charlotte, North Carolina.  I don’t recall anything being on the screen at the time, but  a round fiery object appearerd from the right at about a 45 degree angle in the night sky and traveled to the left across the horizon, never veering towards earth.   I’d guess it must have taken about 4-8 seconds to traverse the horizon. It wasn’t long enough for people to express their surprise by honking.  My family all saw it and the next day in the newspaper it was reported that a number of calls had been made to some place like the airport,  and they thought it was something like a weather balloon.  It looked like a fireball, not like a meteorite.  Maybe “they” were trying to sneak a peek at the movie without paying for a ticket?  Now don’t get mad at me for spoiling the romance of this lovely d’verse night, but I don’t like unaswered questions myself.

The horse’s blinders

vaccine for insanity

humble and in awe.

I DON’T WANT TO BE JUDGMENTAL, BUT…

Published September 3, 2016 by Nan Mykel

BarbieShe wants to become a human “Barbie.” The item is two years old–how did I miss it?  Getting a big bust,  lip-fillers and Botox isn’t big news.  But going into hypnotherapy to become convinced she’s a “vacant bimbo?” (The Week 3-7-2014 p 10).  My guess is that she’s not a feminist.

My Journal – a re-blog by Carl Rivera

Published September 2, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Carl’s poetry often reflects the unexpressible.

My Journal

My writing journal is at times… beyond my reach.
The outstretched arm.. not quite enough.
Within my view.. yet.. unattainable..
As the star’s light.. upon my window.

Copyright:
Carl Rivera

It’s Scary

Published September 1, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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  I read that federal prisons are no longer to be privatized, due in part to more violence in them. I guess that means that the upcoming strike by prisoners on September 9-10 in 20 state prisons will be in privatized settings?  I pray that it’s a peaceful strike. But can that be possible?  I read about it on a flyer posted in my home town.

Time Was…for dVerse

Published August 29, 2016 by Nan Mykel

A  spear point under an oak,

shark teeth in the roiling beach sand;

shooting stars spied from my porch cot,

fossil trilobites in my hand.

–Lightning bolts found underfoot

and pot shards after a rain.

The unknown beckons

while my muse reckons

 the irregular fringe of time.

 

The Jig Is Up

Published August 25, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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Polar bears and penguins,

oh my!

You, me and baby makes three.

Oh oh oh oh!

No no no no!

Strains of Let’s Pretend, that old

radio show,  still plays.

 

If not for the fame…then what?

Published August 24, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Marvelous….

Bryan Ens's avatarQuest for Whirled Peas

nobody writes poetry for the fame:
I doubt that I’ll ever
sell out a concert hall –
where adoring fans will scream
to hear me reciting free verse,
or swoon as they listen
to tight metered form poetry
I’ll never have gobs of money
thrust into my hands
just for the privilege
of having my autograph
on a note-pad
Chances are slim
that I’ll ever be stopped
on the street by someone who gushes
“Aren’t you Bryan the poet?”
or, “I recognize you from
the picture on your blog”
nobody writes poetry for the fame:
so what’s the point?
Why does the robin sing
as it splashes in a puddle
why does a baby coo when
she sees her favourite toy
why does a dog bare his teeth
at an approaching stranger
why does the nettle sting
at the slightest touch?
The bird, the baby, the beast,
even the plants…

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