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Do you remember those books that were popular in the 70s and 80s – with titles like “The Vegetable and Herb Expert”? They taught us how to nurture our plants and help them grow into strong, beautiful things. I wanted to make this something similar, but thought “The Trans Expert” might be overreaching myself a little. Besides, I’m no expert.

There’s a million and one issues involved in living with another person – be they your partner, child, parent, sibling, house-mate, etc., let alone when that person identifies very differently to you. Personally, I find other people quite ‘tricky’, and frankly, it’s a miracle that my partner has put up with me as long as she has. But she has, which is all that counts.

There’s an assumption, when someone comes out as being trans, that suddenly there will be a lot of drama, upheaval and heartache. I’m going to be looking at the impact of this on personal relationships sometime around Valentines Day, so won’t go into that side of things too heavily now. However, it needn’t all be about drama. Here are a few things to help you look after the trans person in your life:

1) Don’t assume ANYthing. Sure, read about trans people, watch the documentaries, check out Chaz Bono’s book/TV programme/etc. if that does it for you, but please don’t assume that YOUR trans loved one will necessarily conform to all, or any, of the things you read/see/expect. We are all individuals, and just as (say) every person with blonde hair is different, so is every trans person. Despite the jokes made about both groups of people.

2) Don’t call us ‘brave’. I’ve talked about this before, but really, I’m just me and I can’t say I’m particularly brave. Going to the dentist last week practically made me wee myself, and I’ve never rescued a small child from a burning building, so no, no bravery here. Feel free to focus on your loved one’s specific acts of bravery (eg: coming out to a family member who has traditionally had an issue with LGBT people, for instance) but please don’t call us brave just for being who we are. And on a related note…

3) Don’t call us ‘inspiring’. I’d love to think I’m inspiring, perhaps through my writing, or my YouTube videos, or because someone I know has found me helpful at some point. But please don’t call me ‘inspiring’ just because I’m trans. Focus on someone’s actions, specifically what they have done or said that you admire, not just the fact of their existence. Trans people just exist.

4) Appreciate that if we are taking testosterone we are going through a lot of changes, but that we are still basically the same old people. Don’t let people get away with sh*t because they’re transitioning, but at the same time, be prepared to accept that life can be a bit roller-coastery for us at times. And remember that, like anyone, sometimes we need a big hug, and sometimes we need space. Talk to us if you want to know which.

5) As much as you want to be involved in helping us match up our outsides with our insides, be very wary of giving us advice on “how to be more like” the gender with which we identify. Just because I ask you whether my new shirt makes me look manly or not doesn’t mean I’m giving you free rein to say “well, whilst I’m at it, you look really girly when you stand like that”. Sometimes I do ask my partner for pointers, but this is negotiated, and you won’t make your trans loved one happy by pointing out to them on a regular basis how UNlike the gender with which they identify they currently look/act.

Most of all, though, please do what Elisha Lim and Rae Spoon sing in this video. And yes, the first few seconds are minus sound…don’t adjust your sets.

Sorry about the dodgy title. I do like to entertain myself with post titles from songs, but try as I might, I couldn’t find any decent lyrics about hairloss.

Yes, I’m losing hair. Not in big dramatic lumps, but by regular sprinkling. Wherever I go, I leave little hairy calling cards, sprinkle by sprinkle. When I wake up, there’s little hairs all over my pillow. When I wash my hair, the bath needs epillating afterwards (and no, they’re not *that* sort of little hair). At work, I tend to run my hand through my hair when I’m thinking, and as a result there’s usually a good sprinkling of the little blighters whenever I look down at my desk. The same goes for the desk at home, which is conveniently white so that I can see all the escapees clearly.

None of this is entirely surprising – I take testosterone, and one of the known effects is hairloss from the head. I suppose I thought that I wouldn’t be affected. After all, my Dad has a full head of hair. On the other hand, we’re told to look to the male relatives on our mother’s side for clues on how we’ll look regarding hair loss. It’s not an exact science, but I don’t think the only close male relative I have on my Mum’s side of the genetic fence would mind me outing him as Not Having Much Hair. So potentially, my sprinkling could just be the beginning.

Everything I’ve read on FTM hair loss points to ‘Male Pattern’ hair loss – you know the sort of thing, with the forehead becoming steadily higher at the sides, then meeting up with the bald spot that’s appeared on the crown. Not all FTMs go much beyond the receding hairline stage, and I hope that’s the case with me, but to be honest, what will be will be, and I’m not going to panic and start massaging my hair with cowpats, or shelling out hundreds of pounds for a forehead weave. I know that many men find hairloss to be traumatic and damaging, but as I have taken a clear decision to make my body masculine, accepting the good and the bad that comes with that, I’m in no position to complain about my hairloss.

It would appear that I am losing a handful or so of hair a day, from all over my head. There’s no discernible change of shape to my hairline, and certainly no bald spots. I do have a LOT of hair to start with, so all I can do is carry on sprinkling and see what happens.

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On a slightly more serious note, I am aware that in the last few blog posts I haven’t really been giving my all. A few weeks ago I came under fire from more than one person for what I’m doing, the impact it is having on others and the way I have chosen to deal with it. I won’t go into details, but I came out of a very rough week wondering whether I should just shut up, be a model person, and try to do whatever other people want. When I started this blog, I swore to myself that I would be honest, whoever was reading it, and recently, I have found that difficult, resulting in a blog that was more ftmark-lite, than honest. Of course, nothing I’ve said has been a lie, but I have been holding back. So I’m sorry, and I’ll try to get things back to where they should be. If there’s anything you’d like me to write about, I’m always open to ideas, though I reserve the right to say no, politely.

No more ftmark-lite.

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