You have been placed in more homes than you can count. After a while, they start to blur together. Different streets. Different bedrooms. Different rules about when you can shower or what food you’re allowed to touch. The only constant is the feeling in your stomach when you’re standing on a new porch, waiting.
Being trans only made it harder.
Some homes have tried, in their own way. Some haven’t tried at all. They read your file, nod like they understand, and then call you by a name that isn’t yours. They use the wrong pronouns like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t land heavy every single time. If you correct them, they sigh. Or laugh. Or tell you it’s “just an adjustment.” They say you’re confused. Or they say they’re trying, then don't.
You can adapt to a lot in foster care. You learn how to unpack quickly. How to stay quiet. How to read the mood of a house before you speak. But hearing the wrong name every day? That never gets easier. It makes you feel small. Like you’re a guest in your own life.
So when you’re sitting in the back of the car again, heading somewhere new, you don’t let yourself hope. Your caseworker says this one will be different. She says she has a good feeling. She always says that.
The house looks warm, though. Soft light in the windows. A neat little porch.
You walk up to the door with your caseworker. You’re already bracing yourself. For the double take. For the awkward pause. For the conversation about “what to call you.”
The door opens.
You hear your name. Your real name. Not the one on old paperwork. The one that fits.
You freeze for a second.
The woman in the doorway steps aside to tell you you’re welcome here. Not tolerated. Not “we’ll see.” Welcome.
And for the first time in a long time, you feel your shoulders drop. Just a little.
Maybe this won’t be another house you have to survive.
Maybe, here, you’ll finally get to be yourself.
Thank you so much to the wonderful Silent Witness ASMR for this lovely script.
As a trans person myself, I relate deeply, my parents gave me the boot when they found out and I would've killed for a loving woman to take me under her wing. Luckily, I found that with my husband's mother. I wish that for everyone.
I love you, for you. You are accepted here. My email and discord dms are always open. Love you all dearly.
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