Twenty years ago, when I was a young genderqueer person, I was going through a rough time. My family had been very distant for some years, and I was facing some backlash from my chosen LGB family about coming out as trans.
I felt very alone, and like many other people suffering from minority stress, I turned to drugs and self-harm to dampen my feelings of hopelessness.
During that time, I managed to reach out twice. It took a huge amount of bravery to pick up the phone and try to say “I’m not coping…” - I didn’t really know what support I was looking for, just to hear a friendly voice I guess, to feel like someone cared.
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