Re: Transitioning at work and in all of my life
Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:41 am
Kristoff refers here to the Lynn Conway text in post #121 of this thread.
Post #121.
I post this metaphor because it is meaningful to me. It is, not surprisingly, quoted on a number of transgender sites. It concisely, yet poignantly, describes how those around us can have trouble seeing us after we change in some major way. For many transgender individuals, this is the inability of many loved ones to successfully 'regender' a transitioned family member.
"A beetle fell in love with a caterpillar and she returned his love, but she died and lay still, wrapped in a cocoon. The beetle grieved over his beloved's body. Suddenly the cocoon opened and a butterfly appeared. The beetle decided to kill the butterfly because it disturbed his meditations over the body. He rushed over to her and saw that the butterfly's eyes were familiar--they were the caterpillar's eyes. He had almost killed her, for after all, everything was new except the eyes. And the butterfly and beetle lived happily ever after.
"But you need to look things in the eye for that, and not everyone can do it, and sometimes a lifetime isn't long enough."
--Dmitri Shostakovich
Post #121.
kristoff wrote: Tue May 27, 2008 9:36 am What I find interesting is the approach in letting go after the failure of "regendering" in the mind's eye of the person you are dealing with. So much of that same approach is valuable in other areas of life, and ought be remembered by many. It would save much pain - life would need less Bactine, and have more joy.
I post this metaphor because it is meaningful to me. It is, not surprisingly, quoted on a number of transgender sites. It concisely, yet poignantly, describes how those around us can have trouble seeing us after we change in some major way. For many transgender individuals, this is the inability of many loved ones to successfully 'regender' a transitioned family member.
"A beetle fell in love with a caterpillar and she returned his love, but she died and lay still, wrapped in a cocoon. The beetle grieved over his beloved's body. Suddenly the cocoon opened and a butterfly appeared. The beetle decided to kill the butterfly because it disturbed his meditations over the body. He rushed over to her and saw that the butterfly's eyes were familiar--they were the caterpillar's eyes. He had almost killed her, for after all, everything was new except the eyes. And the butterfly and beetle lived happily ever after.
"But you need to look things in the eye for that, and not everyone can do it, and sometimes a lifetime isn't long enough."
--Dmitri Shostakovich