The Physical Transformation : A Parent’s Journey With a Transgender Child

Walking into the back hallway, all seemed calm and quiet. The hallway was dimly lit with several closed doors on either side. The dark gray carpet was broken up by shafts of light here and there as the sunlight sneaked in through the windows. The bathroom was immediately to the left and as I turned toward it, I breathed in the scent of burning flesh. Such a familiar scent. A scent I’m used to from performing surgery when I use cautery to stop bleeding.  Feeling at home, I walked a little further, drawn to the scent…Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks–this wasn’t just anyone having surgery, this was my child!

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