I’m a detransitioner. Don’t use me to take rights away from trans people.
It’s hard when your name doesn’t match your face.
The lady at the vital records office was bewildered when I showed up wanting a copy of my (female) birth certificate with only a male ID and a pile of court documents to prove my identity. No amount of explaining could clarify the situation. After a half an hour of repeating that I needed a copy of the original certificate so I could change back my name I had tears in my eyes, but she remained convinced I was a trans woman trying to somehow game the system. Six weeks later, I received a stern letter telling me the office couldn’t change the name on the certificate — something I’d never asked to do — without a “compliance stamp”. At this point, I’d already found the original and changed the name, spending $300 to undo what I’d done with such hope a few years before. Sometimes it seems like the misunderstandings, and suspicion, never end.
