Just one teensy tiny anecdote about what it’s like supporting a trans child.
I’m at a medical appointment with my oldest.
Practitioner: chit-chat chit-chat [misgenders my child] chit-chat. Then she says right away, “I really like the name Phoenix!”
Me: “Thank you! You know, he picked that name out himself. When he was eight! So I can’t take the credit!”
Practitioner seems taken aback, because of the pronoun correction probably but also, in my experience, people often don’t understand how a child could “pick out” their own name.
“What… what was their name before?”
Me, smiling and relaxed and making eye contact and really hearing that question and answering a bit slowly: “You know, I don’t usually share that! Because… he’d prefer I don’t.”