I went to my four month top surgery follow up today. Functionally, I'm very happy with the result, my sore shoulders and pinched nerve has gotten much better. But, cosmetically, not as much. The scars are doing fine, but one side seems a little caved in like they took too much off. I'm going back in two months for the six month follow up, and we'll see what the options are for fixing it and whether or not I think it's worth doing.
But the thought is that I was getting "ma'am"ed and "miss"ed the whole time I was there. I'm genderfluid so they were only half wrong, but that's still half wrong, and it felt more wrong the more they did it. Sometimes it's hard to decide whether to correct people or not, afterall, I was only going to be in there for a few minutes and not see those people again for a few months. And there is no neutral equivalent for ma'am that I can direct them to use instead.
I sang in my new and improved (sort of), masculine voice all the way home in the car. Most of the time I go the whole day without thinking about gender. This is not one of those days.
But the thought is that I was getting "ma'am"ed and "miss"ed the whole time I was there. I'm genderfluid so they were only half wrong, but that's still half wrong, and it felt more wrong the more they did it. Sometimes it's hard to decide whether to correct people or not, afterall, I was only going to be in there for a few minutes and not see those people again for a few months. And there is no neutral equivalent for ma'am that I can direct them to use instead.
I sang in my new and improved (sort of), masculine voice all the way home in the car. Most of the time I go the whole day without thinking about gender. This is not one of those days.