At last there is joy in my sad child’s life. For thirty-three years he lived a lie, hiding, trying to compensate, ashamed of what he knew about his identity. We pegged it as social anxiety disorder. Well, it was, and no wonder. I thought I was resigned to a quasi life for my child. Then, in an incredible act of courage, came the words, “I am a woman!” With that public admission came freedom, joy, and a happy, lovely young woman whom I’m proud to know. ¬†And at a time when our country was making progress, allowing outsiders in. What a step forward for inclusiveness! My love of country exploded in gratitude. My own ability to accept, process, and access support was a cause for celebration. America was truly democratic.

And now? What now? Protest and action, yes, but the lingering question is, “How did this happen?”