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Today was a pretty good day, to say the least. November 20th is the "Official" transition day for me at work, but I was told by the Warden to stop by my HR Manager's office on the way in Friday (since this is my weekend) and pick up my new ID.
Today my bestie called, she works in the main control room which is located in the entry/admin building. She told me they had left my ID in there for whenever I come in next. I was already on my way to my mom's when she called, so when I was done there, I made a little detour on my way home to stop by the prison.
It seems so insignificant. They didn't take a new pic or anything, it's basically the same ID I've had for awhile. They changed ONE thing. ONE letter. And seeing that one letter on my ID just made me want to cry tears of joy. I was finally holding it in my hands... the fruit of my labor, the victory I've been fighting for since... well, all my life, really. Even when I wasn't actively fighting for it, when I was hiding, it was still a goal I never took my eyes off of. And my employer is the state of Kansas. Seriously, anytime I need to show a photo ID for anything, my employee ID card will work. Because it's a valid, state issued, photo ID. And right this moment, I have a valid, state issued, photo ID that declares I am female.
This is the first step in a long and often redundant road of getting things changed as far as my "legal" identity goes, but it's a hell of a start.
My ID is sitting here at my desk at home. I can't stop looking at it. It makes me smile seeing that one letter, the one letter that has plagued me for years, has now been corrected in a very real, very official capacity.
I look at it. I smile. And I can't believe I actually made this happen. But it's right here, it's real. I owe this to each and every one of you who have supported me. I know I've had my ups and downs this past year, I know sometimes it seems like I've been jumping for joy one moment and then bawling about some mini-disaster the next. But the strength of those who support me, my friends, has helped me every step of the way. You were there to cheer me on when I was up against impossible odds, you were there for me to lean on when I was in too much pain to hold my ground, and you carried me when I was too exhausted and beaten to stand on my own.
Thank you. From the very depths of my heart and soul, thank you.
Today my bestie called, she works in the main control room which is located in the entry/admin building. She told me they had left my ID in there for whenever I come in next. I was already on my way to my mom's when she called, so when I was done there, I made a little detour on my way home to stop by the prison.
It seems so insignificant. They didn't take a new pic or anything, it's basically the same ID I've had for awhile. They changed ONE thing. ONE letter. And seeing that one letter on my ID just made me want to cry tears of joy. I was finally holding it in my hands... the fruit of my labor, the victory I've been fighting for since... well, all my life, really. Even when I wasn't actively fighting for it, when I was hiding, it was still a goal I never took my eyes off of. And my employer is the state of Kansas. Seriously, anytime I need to show a photo ID for anything, my employee ID card will work. Because it's a valid, state issued, photo ID. And right this moment, I have a valid, state issued, photo ID that declares I am female.
This is the first step in a long and often redundant road of getting things changed as far as my "legal" identity goes, but it's a hell of a start.
My ID is sitting here at my desk at home. I can't stop looking at it. It makes me smile seeing that one letter, the one letter that has plagued me for years, has now been corrected in a very real, very official capacity.
I look at it. I smile. And I can't believe I actually made this happen. But it's right here, it's real. I owe this to each and every one of you who have supported me. I know I've had my ups and downs this past year, I know sometimes it seems like I've been jumping for joy one moment and then bawling about some mini-disaster the next. But the strength of those who support me, my friends, has helped me every step of the way. You were there to cheer me on when I was up against impossible odds, you were there for me to lean on when I was in too much pain to hold my ground, and you carried me when I was too exhausted and beaten to stand on my own.
Thank you. From the very depths of my heart and soul, thank you.
You never know when someone is going to drop an egg on your head and with fluffy hair, there's less chance that you're going to get a broken egg on your head. (Hey! Stranger things have happened, you know).
I'm so happy for you!
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