So the title of my last post was "A New World"... but after a brief moment of optimism, I'm back to reality. I still face harassment on a daily basis at work and then I have to come home to more issues than I've NEVER faced before... so I'll focus on the only thing that's keeping me going right now... my transition progress.
I've been back on been HRT for about 8 months now and am finally seeing some MAJOR changes.
The boobs are now boobs and there's no hiding them now. The uncomfortable stares from those who know me (but don't really know me) are annoying but worth it. At least now they shouldn't be shocked when I finally tell them that I'm transgender!
I love looking down to actually see cleavage... and the feeling of them pressing against my clothes throughout the day.
Oh... the clothes... The clothes I wore to conceal them before now enhance them... I could buy something different, but fuck it! I'm embracing the fact that I look more feminine now. It causes me more grief, but I think that being true to who I am is more important than how uncomfortable shallow bigots may become.
Recently, my arms have also become more feminine too. Although I LOVE the look and the sensitive, tingly feeling, I'm noticing a HUGE difference in my physical strength. I now find it's much harder to lift heavy objects than before... which is a real bummer.
The facial laser therapy is going pretty good as well. I no longer need to shave every day or wear concealer under my makeup to cover my "Italian razor stubble". (The pic on the right is a close up of me wearing only a light foundation). The downside is, when I do shave, it hurts like hell now... and if I don't shave, the stubble looks VERY inconsistent (the laser does not uniformly remove hairs so some areas are darker than others now).
That's all for now... I've gotta catch some Zzz's!
Be you, Be happy.
Dee
Dee Burke
Personal thoughts and experiences from my long journey to becoming a self-confident transgender.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
Saturday, October 27, 2018
A New World - Transgender Turning Points
No posts since August? In August I lost my dog, my car, my job (sort of), and also my tenant (I have a rental apartment in my house, which I rely on to pay the remainder of my bills).
Wow... So much has happened since then...
I'll take each issue separately...
My Co-pilot... the grounding of my sanity... There is no good news there. I still, 2 months later, look down before I get off the sofa to make sure that I'm not stepping on him... I still go to do a lot of things that I used to do at certain times and then remember that he's not with me anymore... As much as I miss him, I have no plans in the immediate future to get another dog. As I am moving on to a new chapter in my life, I don't want to have ANY excuses to not pursue or participate in what I've denied myself for so many years by using the "I have to go home to my dog" excuse.
The Car: No positive here! Major issues for several months... major repair bills... then I got a hole in the gas tank... so I had only 1 day to find a new one. I stayed up for 24 hours researching the best options and the best dealers. Long story short, it's NOT my dream vehicle, but it's tech'ed out and I won't have to worry about repairs for the next 3 years (It's a lease... Everything, including taxes are included in the price). The one down side is it's another $400 a month! I hope nothing happens to my job or tenant!
The Job: Hmm... Yeah FUCK! The new upper management are homophobes who are trying to force me and my fellow trans co-workers out... so I thought that I was losing that too... But then I hash-tagged my employer's company name in a former post about harassment and removed a few days afterwards as I knew how homophobic certain people were there... Amazingly enough, a week later, someone from the corporate office called me, asking me questions about the harassment that I alleged in a report that I submitted 5 months before? They asked me for names (which I refused to give as I didn't want my situation to get worse there), but the "prime harassers" no longer work there, except for Helder, the homophobic instigator of the whole scenario. He still mocks me every night... all night... and makes my life a living hell. I tried to confront him directly, as has my direct manager, but each time we confront him, he only becomes worse... and they REFUSE to write him up or fire him. I'm looking for other jobs, but can't find anything that pays the same, so I'm forced to deal with it until I find something else.
The tenant: Anyone who knows New-England rentals knows that the prime time to rent is between May and September. If you don't rent by October 1st, you probably won't rent until the following May. My former tenant tells me a day after I get my new car that he "may" be moving out in October but I can't even show it until mid-September because the apartment is so "smelly" and dark... and he's not sure if he's moving? I went into panic mode for a few weeks but then I had a married, lesbian couple come by to look at at it it. Although they didn't have the income and references that other potential tenants had, I trusted my gut and rented it to them anyways. First of all, they were very cool, but I also knew that if they saw me dressed a bit feminine, heard high heels, or saw me going out in makeup, they wouldn't freak out. That was HUGE in changing my mindset and how I am able to live my life in my own house now. I hope that at some point I can get up the courage to talk to them about makeup tips and places to go... but I'm a bit hesitant as some of my very good friends who are lesbian are trans-phobic as well...
And now for something completely different: Yeah so... Life's not bliss but... I finally have a reliable car, my bosses are finally covering my back, and the apartment is finally rented for more than what the last tenant was paying (which helps with the added car payment)... And... the Red Sox are in the World Series!
The Estrogen has been changing my body a bit. My but, boobs, face and body are becoming a bit more feminine since I've been taking it... but the biggest change is internal...
Although I knew I was a girl for as long as I can remember, I've never totally accepted it... without doubt or regret... until recently. I finally feel happier, more confident, and optimistic...
It's no longer about trying to become a girl... I finally AM a GIRL!
That's SO huge in the way I see things now...
Wow... So much has happened since then...
I'll take each issue separately...
My Co-pilot... the grounding of my sanity... There is no good news there. I still, 2 months later, look down before I get off the sofa to make sure that I'm not stepping on him... I still go to do a lot of things that I used to do at certain times and then remember that he's not with me anymore... As much as I miss him, I have no plans in the immediate future to get another dog. As I am moving on to a new chapter in my life, I don't want to have ANY excuses to not pursue or participate in what I've denied myself for so many years by using the "I have to go home to my dog" excuse.
The Car: No positive here! Major issues for several months... major repair bills... then I got a hole in the gas tank... so I had only 1 day to find a new one. I stayed up for 24 hours researching the best options and the best dealers. Long story short, it's NOT my dream vehicle, but it's tech'ed out and I won't have to worry about repairs for the next 3 years (It's a lease... Everything, including taxes are included in the price). The one down side is it's another $400 a month! I hope nothing happens to my job or tenant!
The Job: Hmm... Yeah FUCK! The new upper management are homophobes who are trying to force me and my fellow trans co-workers out... so I thought that I was losing that too... But then I hash-tagged my employer's company name in a former post about harassment and removed a few days afterwards as I knew how homophobic certain people were there... Amazingly enough, a week later, someone from the corporate office called me, asking me questions about the harassment that I alleged in a report that I submitted 5 months before? They asked me for names (which I refused to give as I didn't want my situation to get worse there), but the "prime harassers" no longer work there, except for Helder, the homophobic instigator of the whole scenario. He still mocks me every night... all night... and makes my life a living hell. I tried to confront him directly, as has my direct manager, but each time we confront him, he only becomes worse... and they REFUSE to write him up or fire him. I'm looking for other jobs, but can't find anything that pays the same, so I'm forced to deal with it until I find something else.
The tenant: Anyone who knows New-England rentals knows that the prime time to rent is between May and September. If you don't rent by October 1st, you probably won't rent until the following May. My former tenant tells me a day after I get my new car that he "may" be moving out in October but I can't even show it until mid-September because the apartment is so "smelly" and dark... and he's not sure if he's moving? I went into panic mode for a few weeks but then I had a married, lesbian couple come by to look at at it it. Although they didn't have the income and references that other potential tenants had, I trusted my gut and rented it to them anyways. First of all, they were very cool, but I also knew that if they saw me dressed a bit feminine, heard high heels, or saw me going out in makeup, they wouldn't freak out. That was HUGE in changing my mindset and how I am able to live my life in my own house now. I hope that at some point I can get up the courage to talk to them about makeup tips and places to go... but I'm a bit hesitant as some of my very good friends who are lesbian are trans-phobic as well...
And now for something completely different: Yeah so... Life's not bliss but... I finally have a reliable car, my bosses are finally covering my back, and the apartment is finally rented for more than what the last tenant was paying (which helps with the added car payment)... And... the Red Sox are in the World Series!
The Estrogen has been changing my body a bit. My but, boobs, face and body are becoming a bit more feminine since I've been taking it... but the biggest change is internal...
Although I knew I was a girl for as long as I can remember, I've never totally accepted it... without doubt or regret... until recently. I finally feel happier, more confident, and optimistic...
It's no longer about trying to become a girl... I finally AM a GIRL!
That's SO huge in the way I see things now...
Sunday, August 19, 2018
To the best co-worker I've ever known... the co-pilot of my car...
the first mate of my kayak... my hiking partner... the engine to my
roller-blades... and my inspiration to get off the sofa and go play in
the snow...
You will be missed my friend...
He was the smartest being that I've ever met (far smarter than me).
You will be missed my friend...
He was the smartest being that I've ever met (far smarter than me).
He would unlock a dead-bolted door, just so he could greet me in the
front yard when I came home. He'd even unlock the bedroom window so he
could go out onto the porch roof and get a better view of when I was
driving back down our street.
I taught him not to bark when he was a puppy, but soon realized that I couldn't figure out what he wanted when he came up to me with that goofy grin and wagging that tail... so I taught him sign language... left swipe of the paw meant "I gotta go pee now!" and right swipe meant "Feed me now!"
Hmm... Can I teach him words too? That would be funny! I started to hold back his bowl before I fed him and said "Food", and "Water" before I laid down his water bowl. He quickly caught on and soon was coming up to me saying "Woood" and "Wadaah"!
There's so much more that I could go into but I won't drone on... there's really no need to, because as smart as he was, his best attribute is that he was a dog...
He always was happy to see me...
He always knew when I was having a bad day and forced me to laugh through the tears...
And he always forced me to go out and enjoy the real world instead of vedging out on my sofa...
A puppy at heart until the end, he seemed OK until last Saturday, when he a hard time going upstairs... then on Sunday, he needed a boost to stand up. On Monday, when I went to take him to the vet, I lifted him up and he had nothing left... he couldn't even stand up.
I carried him to the car and took him to the vet. She said that it seems he has severe hip dysplasia and had very little cartilage and muscles left in his hind section and that he would probably never walk again. She then said that he was too far gone to even operate on.
As he sat in my lap, he began to shake... looking between me and the vet. He somehow knew what we were talking about... It's like he was afraid to die. I was having a hard time holding it together and asked if I could use the bathroom, as I didn't want to loose it in front of him. I was so numb it was hard to walk... Covered in his pee and fighting back tears I made my way to the bathroom.
After several minutes of crying, I made my way back to the examination room and talked further with the vet. She told me to take my time before making the decision... so I again excused myself and went outside to clear my head. I began to think about what the vet said about him being too far gone, but could not understand how "terminal dysplasia" could go unnoticed by both myself and the vet until the last 3 days of his life. I began to piece together all of the other signs/symptoms that have transpired over the past couple of years and realized that he obviously has something else major going on for a long time... another underlying issue that both myself and the vet somehow never pieced together. Either way, he was inoperable, so I went back in sign the papers for "compassionate" termination of his life... I knew it was for the best, best it's the worst mind-fuck to make a conscious decision to kill anything... especially the being that has always been there for me for the past 13 years.
So on August 13th, one day before his 13th birthday, my friend quickly passed away in my arms.
You never realize how much a pet is a part of your life until they are gone (especially when you live alone). It's been 6 days since and I still look down every time I get off the sofa to make sure that I'm not going to step on him... I still check the water bowl every time I go into the kitchen... I still keep thinking that I have to get up to let him out... but the worst reality is when I come home to an empty house... and then when I go to bed, expecting his to hop up with me until I go to sleep (something I now find very hard to do)...
I was surprised to get a card from my vet a few days ago. I opened it to find a nice personal message inside along with a sympathy card which made my heart a little lighter. It read:
"By the edge of the wood, at the foot of the hill,
in a lush, green meadow where time stands still...
Where the friends of man and women do run,
when their time on Earth is over and done...
For there between this world and the next,
is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
for the rainbow bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
until one day they start, and sniff the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
they all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
the time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
and then... side by side... they cross over... together."
#dog #pets #MansBestFreind
I taught him not to bark when he was a puppy, but soon realized that I couldn't figure out what he wanted when he came up to me with that goofy grin and wagging that tail... so I taught him sign language... left swipe of the paw meant "I gotta go pee now!" and right swipe meant "Feed me now!"
Hmm... Can I teach him words too? That would be funny! I started to hold back his bowl before I fed him and said "Food", and "Water" before I laid down his water bowl. He quickly caught on and soon was coming up to me saying "Woood" and "Wadaah"!
There's so much more that I could go into but I won't drone on... there's really no need to, because as smart as he was, his best attribute is that he was a dog...
He always was happy to see me...
He always knew when I was having a bad day and forced me to laugh through the tears...
And he always forced me to go out and enjoy the real world instead of vedging out on my sofa...
A puppy at heart until the end, he seemed OK until last Saturday, when he a hard time going upstairs... then on Sunday, he needed a boost to stand up. On Monday, when I went to take him to the vet, I lifted him up and he had nothing left... he couldn't even stand up.
I carried him to the car and took him to the vet. She said that it seems he has severe hip dysplasia and had very little cartilage and muscles left in his hind section and that he would probably never walk again. She then said that he was too far gone to even operate on.
As he sat in my lap, he began to shake... looking between me and the vet. He somehow knew what we were talking about... It's like he was afraid to die. I was having a hard time holding it together and asked if I could use the bathroom, as I didn't want to loose it in front of him. I was so numb it was hard to walk... Covered in his pee and fighting back tears I made my way to the bathroom.
After several minutes of crying, I made my way back to the examination room and talked further with the vet. She told me to take my time before making the decision... so I again excused myself and went outside to clear my head. I began to think about what the vet said about him being too far gone, but could not understand how "terminal dysplasia" could go unnoticed by both myself and the vet until the last 3 days of his life. I began to piece together all of the other signs/symptoms that have transpired over the past couple of years and realized that he obviously has something else major going on for a long time... another underlying issue that both myself and the vet somehow never pieced together. Either way, he was inoperable, so I went back in sign the papers for "compassionate" termination of his life... I knew it was for the best, best it's the worst mind-fuck to make a conscious decision to kill anything... especially the being that has always been there for me for the past 13 years.
So on August 13th, one day before his 13th birthday, my friend quickly passed away in my arms.
You never realize how much a pet is a part of your life until they are gone (especially when you live alone). It's been 6 days since and I still look down every time I get off the sofa to make sure that I'm not going to step on him... I still check the water bowl every time I go into the kitchen... I still keep thinking that I have to get up to let him out... but the worst reality is when I come home to an empty house... and then when I go to bed, expecting his to hop up with me until I go to sleep (something I now find very hard to do)...
I was surprised to get a card from my vet a few days ago. I opened it to find a nice personal message inside along with a sympathy card which made my heart a little lighter. It read:
"By the edge of the wood, at the foot of the hill,
in a lush, green meadow where time stands still...
Where the friends of man and women do run,
when their time on Earth is over and done...
For there between this world and the next,
is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
for the rainbow bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
until one day they start, and sniff the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
they all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
the time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
and then... side by side... they cross over... together."
#dog #pets #MansBestFreind
Friday, August 10, 2018
Transgender Transition - Work Harassment Continues
I should have gone to a lawyer... but I didn't. I even had a fellow employee (who doesn't even know that I'm transgender) say that I should go to one because I have a MAJOR harassment claim... but foolishly, that's not what I'm about...
For a person that has a high IQ, I'm SO stupid sometimes... I should have taken their advice!
About 3 weeks ago, another employee (who I overheard "Gay mocking me" with other employees) purposely went out of his way again to make my nightly tasks harder on me. When I tried to reason with him (several times, even adding "Can you please" several times into the request), he turned around and HE ACTUALLY HIT ME!
What the fuck???
If I was outside of work, I would have decked him, but as I can't afford to loose my job, I re-approached him and said that's not cool and I could report that to the manager. He turned around, gave me the finger and said, "Fuck you".
My company's policy, as I was previously told by my manager is "Anyone who is involved in a fight, even if it's in self-defense, is fired". As I knew that this would obviously escalate, I did report it to my manager. Not to get anyone fired... just to stop the bullshit before it got worse.
They pulled the video, which backs my report... but today, I got pulled into the office and written-up for "unproductive behavior as witnessed on the video"... WTF you say? Yes I did too.
It was explained to me that I should have let him shit on me without complaining or confronting him and reported it immediately to my manager prior to letting it escalate to the point where he felt he had to hit me. WTF???
I calmly stated the irony about how, if I did it his way instead of the way I was calmly handling it, I would have wasted a half an hour... and that REALLY would have been unproductive behavior.
He again said that I was wrong for "letting it escalate"... and then went on to say that he didn't understand my previous claim of being harassed either.
So apparently, he doesn't see that being constantly called faggot and constantly being denied the use of machinery that I need to do my job as harassment... and I'm not supposed attempt to reason with any homo-phoebes that harass me, I should report EVERYTHING directly to a manager instead, which will waste multiple work hours (mine, the manager's and the employee that I'm supposed to rat on)... and will only lead (as I found out the hard way) to more harassment and retribution. I guess he's had a pretty sheltered life...
But it's obvious to me (from the wording in the write-up) that they are trying to document "just cause" for terminating me... the one that's being harassed...
In the weeks since the previous incident, I've been researching other "transgender-friendly companies" and employee complaints and I've been finding similar posts.
All I ask is that I can go to work, put in a hard days work, pay my bills, and not be harassed. Is that too much to ask???
I can't remember the last time I actually got a good night's sleep without waking up an hour after I go to bed, pissed of about something that was done or said to me at work.... Oh yes I can... it was before I started working there...
I should look for another job but seriously... What if it turns out to be even worse than this?
The moral of the story is: Even though a company may say they are "transgender-friendly" and have strict "non-harassment policies", if the employees and managers are clueless and homo-phoebes, you still run the risk of being put through hell for just showing up for work and trying to put in a good days work.
We need to stand up and speak out. Many of these companies that claim to be "transgender-friendly" think that by seeming "liberal" they will convince prospective employees to accept a job offer for far below market rate. A few even may do it for the right reasons but don't have any localized complaints process. Whatever the case may be, do you research and research complaints as well.
If you are already working for a company that prefers to ignore harassment and punishes the harassed, thus making your life a living hell, let the corporate offices know that what they printed on paper is NOT what is being followed.
#transgender #employment #workissues #harassment #discrimination #employment #transgender-friendly
For a person that has a high IQ, I'm SO stupid sometimes... I should have taken their advice!
About 3 weeks ago, another employee (who I overheard "Gay mocking me" with other employees) purposely went out of his way again to make my nightly tasks harder on me. When I tried to reason with him (several times, even adding "Can you please" several times into the request), he turned around and HE ACTUALLY HIT ME!
What the fuck???
If I was outside of work, I would have decked him, but as I can't afford to loose my job, I re-approached him and said that's not cool and I could report that to the manager. He turned around, gave me the finger and said, "Fuck you".
My company's policy, as I was previously told by my manager is "Anyone who is involved in a fight, even if it's in self-defense, is fired". As I knew that this would obviously escalate, I did report it to my manager. Not to get anyone fired... just to stop the bullshit before it got worse.
They pulled the video, which backs my report... but today, I got pulled into the office and written-up for "unproductive behavior as witnessed on the video"... WTF you say? Yes I did too.
It was explained to me that I should have let him shit on me without complaining or confronting him and reported it immediately to my manager prior to letting it escalate to the point where he felt he had to hit me. WTF???
I calmly stated the irony about how, if I did it his way instead of the way I was calmly handling it, I would have wasted a half an hour... and that REALLY would have been unproductive behavior.
He again said that I was wrong for "letting it escalate"... and then went on to say that he didn't understand my previous claim of being harassed either.
So apparently, he doesn't see that being constantly called faggot and constantly being denied the use of machinery that I need to do my job as harassment... and I'm not supposed attempt to reason with any homo-phoebes that harass me, I should report EVERYTHING directly to a manager instead, which will waste multiple work hours (mine, the manager's and the employee that I'm supposed to rat on)... and will only lead (as I found out the hard way) to more harassment and retribution. I guess he's had a pretty sheltered life...
But it's obvious to me (from the wording in the write-up) that they are trying to document "just cause" for terminating me... the one that's being harassed...
In the weeks since the previous incident, I've been researching other "transgender-friendly companies" and employee complaints and I've been finding similar posts.
All I ask is that I can go to work, put in a hard days work, pay my bills, and not be harassed. Is that too much to ask???
I can't remember the last time I actually got a good night's sleep without waking up an hour after I go to bed, pissed of about something that was done or said to me at work.... Oh yes I can... it was before I started working there...
I should look for another job but seriously... What if it turns out to be even worse than this?
The moral of the story is: Even though a company may say they are "transgender-friendly" and have strict "non-harassment policies", if the employees and managers are clueless and homo-phoebes, you still run the risk of being put through hell for just showing up for work and trying to put in a good days work.
We need to stand up and speak out. Many of these companies that claim to be "transgender-friendly" think that by seeming "liberal" they will convince prospective employees to accept a job offer for far below market rate. A few even may do it for the right reasons but don't have any localized complaints process. Whatever the case may be, do you research and research complaints as well.
If you are already working for a company that prefers to ignore harassment and punishes the harassed, thus making your life a living hell, let the corporate offices know that what they printed on paper is NOT what is being followed.
#transgender #employment #workissues #harassment #discrimination #employment #transgender-friendly
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Transgender Transition - Work Harassment
Last year, while looking for a new job, I researched transgender-friendly companies online and several were recommended. I was happy to notice that one of them was hiring for a local outlet. I immediately applied and got the job. Although the pay was FAR LESS that what I was making, I took the job based upon, not only their reputation and policies against anti-harassment, but also seeing someone whom I assumed was transgender working there when I walked in and others who I could see were gay. They even had other stores throughout the country and in Canada, so if I do move, I can just transfer! This must be a great place to work during my transition right? WRONG. SO WRONG.
After most of the employees went inside (and it was only
myself, another co-worker, and Vic outside), he decided to stay out (in my opinion to
show that he was not intimidated be me). He went over to my other co-worker and began to
talk about non-related things. When neither one of us responded, I noticed the
look in his eyes… To me, it was the look of a frustrated high-school bully that
just realized that he lost his reputation by being put in his place by someone
much smaller than himself.
Well... I guess he is getting his wish... a week after the incident, the HR manager is demanding an incident report from me. The report I submitted is very similar to what is written here... They homo-phobic employee was spoken too (not suspended or fired for subjecting me to 7 months of harassment... just spoken to) and again, things immediately got worse. He went to each employee and told them what was said. I'm also assuming he mentioned something about me being transgender to them as well as every co-worker from that point on began to look at me strangely, most refused to talk to me and some even laughed in my face.
7 months of hell... 7 months of harassment that was so bad (even after reporting it several times to management) that I'd get panic attacks some nights before going to work... If they fire me for standing up for myself after they refused to... I'm contacting a lawyer and taking this to the press and media... in the hopes that no one else will have to endure what I have for the past 7 months... at a company that claims to be transgender friendly.
Side notes: I don't "rat" on co-workers. When I have a problem with them, I approach them directly and resolve the issue. As it did not work here, I opted to explain the issue with a manager WITH the co-worker present. Also, I am not a patsy and have never let others speak to me in the way that people here have. I only allowed it for as long as I did because I did not want to loose my job.
#transgenderissues #transgenderemployment #homophobes #harassment #girlslikeus
Soon after starting my employment, I heard several
employees mocking the employee I presumed was transgender. They found photos of him online in a dress and make-up. As most of the comments were made out of ignorance, I offered my
viewpoint in hopes of educating them on their misconceptions.
Although the most of employees involved in the conversation
were OK with me defending the other employee’s lifestyle, one was not. He began
to harass me in various ways, including constantly demanding that I get off the machinery as soon I’d start to use it (thus not allowing me to do me job).
After confronting him about that in front of a manager, he
stopped harassing me directly; opting instead to create a rift between myself
and other co-workers and then coaching them on things to do to harass me.
This led to me having to endure several months of harassment
in various forms, including one employee being coached to call me “faggot” in
Portuguese (which he did on a constant basis). I overheard the conversation leading up to that where my homophobic co-worker told the harasser, " If you call him "Americone" you won't get fired for it... If he complains, you can say that you were just calling him "American!"
I reported several of the issues to management, which ultimately turned
out with me being harassed even further.
Soon after that began, They hired a new guy named Vic. One day, I went to use an order picker that
was in the department of the employee who refused to let me use it before. To
avoid conflict, I asked him if he was going to use it and if he’d mind if I
did. He very nicely said, “No. You can use it” and then immediately told Vic to
go take the order picker from me.
Vic rushed up to me and began yelling at me, demanding that
I get off the machine so he could use it. When I told him that I just got on
it, he again demanded that I didn't get off it, he’d “kick my ass”.
To avoid conflict, I got off the machine and told my
supervisor, who then spoke with Vic. Although Vic came to me to apologize,
several hours later he began with verbal harassment which proceeded non-stop
ever since.
He began, amougst other things, to constantly "scream-chant" my name
in a way that I can only describe as a “gay-bash slurring”. This became
non-stop throughout the night… and every night. One several occasions, many of
which were witnessed be co-workers and management, I asked him to stop doing
that as it offended me. He would initially apologize but then go back to doing
it again minutes later… even louder and more offensive than before.
I repeatedly asked him (in front of co-workers and management) to stop, as I found it offensive. One night, before break, I again asked him to stop again. Again he apologized and we all went
outside on break. I was standing approximately 12 feet from him when he again
began with the verbal harassment.
After repeatedly asking him nicely for months to stop
harassing me and repeatedly going to management (only to be harassed and
threatened further), I yelled “I’m tired of being harassed by you. This is
going to stop!” Several words were said back and forth and out of self-defense,
I stated, “Look at you. You’re a Hell of a lot bigger than I am. If it comes
down to it, it’s going to end up with one punch and you’ll be in the hospital.”
This was not said to antagonize him but rather in hopes of intimidating him to
back down and stop harassing me.
In my opinion, that is the only reason (aside from also probably being encouraged by the homo-phoebe) why he soon reported what
had happened outside to the manager… to get me fired as retribution.
7 months of hell... 7 months of harassment that was so bad (even after reporting it several times to management) that I'd get panic attacks some nights before going to work... If they fire me for standing up for myself after they refused to... I'm contacting a lawyer and taking this to the press and media... in the hopes that no one else will have to endure what I have for the past 7 months... at a company that claims to be transgender friendly.
Side notes: I don't "rat" on co-workers. When I have a problem with them, I approach them directly and resolve the issue. As it did not work here, I opted to explain the issue with a manager WITH the co-worker present. Also, I am not a patsy and have never let others speak to me in the way that people here have. I only allowed it for as long as I did because I did not want to loose my job.
#transgenderissues #transgenderemployment #homophobes #harassment #girlslikeus
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Transgender Transition - Estrofem vs Estrogel - Day 43
I've taken another brave step in beginning laser treatments on my
face as well. I'm supersized how quickly the hair is disappearing and
very happy with the fact that I don't have to shave every day now!
So... the hormone replacement therapy is going very well. My boobs, bum and hips continue to fill out. Although I said before that I prefer to slowly transition, I'm SO eager now to at least get to the point where my body is at least androgynous (looking as much female as it does male).
The transformation is definitely happening quicker than when I was taking Estrofem with Spirotone... and, although my "friend" is a bit slimmer, it hasn't lost any length (something I'm not ready to sacrifice right now).
I do feel much more mellow and a bit happier after I taking my Estrogel... and become somewhat miserable if I miss a dose. This is not because of a "feminine rush"... it's just due to a hormone imbalance that I recently discovered that I had.
So... the hormone replacement therapy is going very well. My boobs, bum and hips continue to fill out. Although I said before that I prefer to slowly transition, I'm SO eager now to at least get to the point where my body is at least androgynous (looking as much female as it does male).
The transformation is definitely happening quicker than when I was taking Estrofem with Spirotone... and, although my "friend" is a bit slimmer, it hasn't lost any length (something I'm not ready to sacrifice right now).
I do feel much more mellow and a bit happier after I taking my Estrogel... and become somewhat miserable if I miss a dose. This is not because of a "feminine rush"... it's just due to a hormone imbalance that I recently discovered that I had.
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