The recent publication of the UK government’s guidance for schools on youth transition, guidance built on nothing but hostility toward the trans population, gave me an opportunity to reminisce about my own experience being a trans student.
I’m 21 now, which means I’ve been ‘officially’ out as trans for four years now. I say ‘officially’, because four years only marks the time from when my teachers knew. I’ve been out to some friends since I was around 14. This delay between friends and teachers is not uncommon with young people. Many wait years after coming out to their closest friends, before coming out in a more official capacity. Coming out is terrifying and rushing a coming out journey can be even more scary.
I was very fortunate in that I went to a school that had encountered trans pupils before.
I wasn’t even the first in my year group. This meant my school was well-equipped for when things turned for the worse at home. At the time, I was studying for my A Levels, and one of my religious studies teachers, a teacher I owe everything to, understood how to handle a situation like this.
From the moment I came out at school, she was immensely supportive, which allowed me to confide in her regarding my home situation. We formulated a plan, one that would allow me to stay out at school, while putting me ‘back in the closet’ with all communications that may touch home. I was also offered weekly check-ins with her, which admittedly did turn into endless rambling from my part on the philosophy I was reading for my UCAS application but, nevertheless, it was immensely helpful in supporting my mental health.
My A-Levels ended up going well and I secured a place at university, on a course I love. This may not sound too out of the ordinary, but if it wasn’t for the trans-affirming support I received from my teachers, none of this would’ve happened. If it wasn’t for my school’s progressive policies, I am certain that my mental health would’ve collapsed.