The night after our consultation with Dr. Yarhouse about our first twin’s gender dysphoria diagnosis, I had trouble sleeping. We had flown from Virginia across the country to visit colleges early that day, and had checked in to the third hotel of our spring break excursion. We were trying to be at peace with each other and have a good trip, while underneath there was plenty of turmoil in each of our hearts and minds.
After attempting sleep for quite a while, I moved from the bed to the couch in our little hotel suite. I didn’t want my restlessness to keep others awake, and my every move felt overwhelmingly loud to me. I wrapped up in a small, extra blanket from the hotel room closet. I was still cold, but eventually fitful sleep came. There were lots of thoughts spiraling through my brain, but ultimately one floated down through the swirling mass and settled gently at the bottom of my mind.
The truth is always true.
That was it. It was profound and peaceful, but also enigmatic and incomplete. The thought seemed a gift to me, not one I had consciously created, but one I had watched travel through the haze of my brain and come to rest as if summoned. That thought has provided moments of peace for me along the road of this journey. Though I can’t tell you exactly what the truth is, I believe it exists. And wherever and however it exists, it never contradicts itself. Continue reading →
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