Yesterday evening I had a half-hour's telephone conversation with Debbie Knight, who many bloggers follow: truly one of our most inspirational posters! I can tell you, she has all the heart and concern for others, especially her parents, that comes across in her blog.
We spoke mostly about family and feelings. We had in fact previously been in touch by email and were looking seriously at a meeting in Southampton, if Debbie's commitments allowed. But it was not to be - on this occasion anyway - hence the phone conversation instead.
We both felt that attempting this contact was a really good idea. We are all castaways in a vast ocean, isolated on our little islands, and although we send and receive messages - if not in bottles, then not unlike children taking school lessons over the radio in the arid 1940s Australian outback - we rarely see another of our kind. In times of indecision, unhappiness, burdensome responsibility, worry, loneliness, failure and loss, there is no substitute for a real human voice, and a comforting arm across your shoulders. We should all try to be there for someone else, trans or not. It won't always work. We may not get on. But it's got to be worth a try.
My heart goes out to exiles such as Ashley Lynch in Vancouver, who was almost the first blogger I discovered. Poor Ashley has transitioned, but where does she now go with her life in general? She has a job but no career, a place to live but not where she wants to be, and nobody special to share her life with. She feels she has failed, and is very unhappy. Who will fly to her rescue?