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Thursday, January 20, 2011

More on Dreams... by Cammie


Dreams... by Cammie

Hey, today I was thinking about my dreams and what they mean to me and my family. Some people believe their dreams (when they sleep) serve useful purposes. Some people dream of ideas and other life changing things to actually help them in their daily life. Also people claim they have dreamed of their future and life. Dreams take place during rapid eye movement (rem) sleep. Well, my dreams 'to me' personally have purposes that help me get through my life and being Transgender. One time I dreamed of making a wish to some magical genie that I wanted to be a girl, but after the gene had granted my wish, I was a girl but a whole other person... so i guess what some people say about dreams... that they can let people see things or understand things better in life... is true. The lord made me the way i am today because I belong on this earth - as Cammie - the Transgender little girl, to help others understand that being Transgender isn't some WACKO disease, and if someone touches me their gonna get it....NOOOOOO! of course, anybody with eyeballs sticking on their face can see that. So, all i really have to say on this post is...GOD MADE ME THIS WAY....AND I LOVE IT!!! <3

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Warning... Challenges Ahead!

Cammie came home the night before last. She had a lot on her mind and had written a two page journal entry during her free-time at school (I hope it was during free time). She requested that I allow her to start blogging about her experience on this blog. It's her blog, so I readily agreed to her request. I will be posting things occasionally... but more often, Cammie will be the author. She is like me... literary expression is a huge release for her. I believe allowing her to discuss her experiences here will be both therapeutic, as well as provide valuable insight from the perspective of a child facing this uphill battle. Often times parents are blamed for "brainwashing" their child. I, personally, have been blamed by a member of my own family for doing this to Cammie because I wanted a girl (I've never wanted a girl, for the same reason that I never wanted a cat... they're bitchy. I figured, by the time she reached puberty, one of us would have to go... and I pay the rent!) What so many people fail to understand is the extreme adversity and exhausting challenge that something like this introduces into the lives of those who experience it.

On one occasion, I had worked a particularly long and emotionally heart-wrenching case of a 12 year old child suicide. The child had been incessantly tormented and bullied by his peer group. The family was obviously devastated, and the father of the child spent the majority of the night in and out of the hospital room, where he would climb in the bed, clinging to his child, and sob... completely consumed by devastation. The case was extremely difficult for me on a personal level. Before we understood Cammie's condition and made the difficult decision to embrace her identity, Cammie - too - was experiencing incessant bullying and I was consistently getting telephone calls at work from a devastated child, sobbing on the other end of the line, from the torment of the day. I felt so helpless and immediately developed a sacred connection with this family. I dearly love them and maintain a relationship with them to this day. I will never "get over" the devastating outcome and the intense emotions of that case... and I don't want to. When I reflect on that experience, I am reminded of the importance of treating others with Christlike love and compassion.

When I finally got home after more than 24 hours on the case, I was completely exhausted. I sat down next to my husband and he could tell that I was devastated. He said, "Just let it out, baby... let it out." That's all it took. The tears began to flow and before I knew it, I was sobbing in devastation. My mind was spinning. I was thinking of Cammie's challenges, I was thinking of my patient and his family, and in the forefront of my mind was the question... "Why does the world have to be so cruel to such innocence... the innocence of a child?" Later that afternoon, while I was sleeping, the children asked my husband why I had been so upset. He told them about the case and the emotional impact it had on me.

Later that evening, after I had woken up, I was sitting by myself in the kitchen eating supper. Cammie came up and sat beside me at the table. She looked at me and her head dropped. She said, in a quiet and shameful tone, "I used to think about killing myself." I was shocked. I knew that before we came to understand her condition and embrace her identity, she was extremely anxious and depressed. I never realized the extent of her thoughts or the emotional torment of her experience. Realizing the depth and magnitude of self-destructive impressions hit me like a freight train and I responded with horror, "Cammie! Why would you ever consider such a thing? Do you have any idea what that would do to me? I couldn't live without you!" She sat silent for a moment. She looked up at me and pointed to the wall, then said, "You see that wall?" (the wall in the kitchen is a very light cream) She continued, "It's kind of like if you splattered black paint all over it. You'd want to wash it off because it doesn't belong there, right?"

The analogy of her emotional experience was profound. I completely understood and felt blessed that we had educated ourselves and made the choice to embrace her identity when we did. That decision enabled her to move beyond the devastation and isolation that she felt to a new world of confidence, inner peace and happiness. I felt so thankful that I had chosen to listen to my heart. I sat for a moment in shock, then looked at Cammie and said, "No, I wouldn't wash the wall, Cammie... I'd paint over it." She looked at me as if she didn't understand... and I continued, "I'd paint the entire kitchen Hot Pink." She stood up, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a hug. We held each other and cried. I don't think either one of us wanted to let go.

Cammie has continued to grow into a beautiful, confident and happy young woman. She is extremely verbose and expressive. This is her blog and it will offer a valuable outlet to the things that she is feeling, as well as provide valuable insight to all of you who are here to grow through understanding something as unique as her condition. Only she knows what this experience is like. So, I have chosen to add her as an author and allow her to utilize this special place as an outlet for her own experiences. I hope you will enjoy and grow from her precious words. She is not the best at spelling, but she is quite the little computer genius and good at typing! I hope you enjoy her first post...

hey,its the 4 real 4 real ,finger snappin, kitty cat nappin, sassy mouth talkin, mountain dew drinken, pinkaliscious thinken...Cammie Elaine....thank you, thank you! Hold the applose! Thank you! LOL! Hi, im Cammie. I am one of manny transgender children. I am 12 years old and have 3 brothers(pain in the"you know what im talking about"). I live in ALabama and im in the fifth grade. I love my life just not every single little thing in it. You know, like idiots who dont uderstand and wont even take the time to. When you know somebody who is transgender you know thats a hard hit in the face for them because they either think your gay, homo, quear, and half the names people say thiese days to other people i really dont know the meaning to or dont get why they call me that. Some days I think to myself and say "wow they just dont get it do they?".Its verry sad to me to hear of people who dont approve of what I say do or think, and apperently it isnt their job to dictate my life and how i live it, and beleve me i love to live it every single day. Now school in my life is a HUGE block in the road for me because if you whent to school with me 24-7 you wouldnt think bullies really bothered me, but really deap, deap, down inside it hurts. Im screaming like heack waiting for the day that god gives me the key to that verry important gate with all of the verry important wishes and requests that i really, really, really, need. I have to deal with people who are discusted by the way i talk, move, or think. I cant really do mutch about the key that god is waiting to give me rite now. Another situation, and here it comes, its a really big one, its my body. My mom told me, after we both really started getting it, she told me that when she was pregnet with me, as i was just starting to divelope, my brain stayed femaile, but my fisical gener however did not. It moved on with the maile divelopement that took place with my body. And all these years my family thought i WAS going to be homosexual or my mom thought she had a boy that wanted to be a girl....but really, she had a girl that she thought was a boy. And now i walk the streets as a girl and 3rd year running up. Im actually extreamly proud that my spirit was strong enouph, and still is, to hold the hevy box that god sent me down to this earth with. My life is sort of like an orange and apperantly everyone elces is an apple. And some times i stand so verry still and think about my self and my chalenges and how to brace myself for the upcomming ones. I understand when i get my hormones and my reconstructiv surgery that I can always get married and have a family of my own, its just addoption will always have to be an option because i wasant born with a uterus or eggs, and will never start nor have a period. That makes me sad sometimes but ive already begun to exept my situashon and i know my spirit. Even though it will take a verry long time to get were i really want to be in my life i no every wish has its verry own time limit. To me my wish actually has about 4 more years to go. It actually wont take long it will only take pashents and i truthfully dont have alot of that. Some times when im sort of fealling down in the dumps because of something, like one of my own family members from both my moms and dads side of my family said something crule about me or even think about me in a dredfull way, they should just think about this,"Wats more important, your verry own family or just the thought of what other peepol think?" It shouldnt be a supper hard question. Even though like, for instence, my brothers are treating me like poo, i always still think of them as my siblings and i love them anyways. When im all frustrated with my body or god, my mom tells me that there are people out there who actually cant even move or have relaitionships with people because its practically imposable do do so. They are stuck in a weelchair. Shes right when you think of it that way. I do have it way better and they diserve way better then they have, but its their trial and they should love them selves the way they are just like i do! Well... all i really have left to say is love who you are and be couragase and also be your self. I say dont let anyone tell you who you are ore what you should look like or act like or be, just... BE YOUR SELF!!! <3