We read all the time about how bathrooms can be a nightmare for trans girls. Employers don't what them in the ladies room, making them feel like second class women by demanding that they either use the men's room, a unisex bathroom, or a single stall one. Here's another bathroom story that happens to me at least twice a week.
Since I have 7 multi stall ladies rooms to clean, it is inevitable that someone will come in to use it while I'm in there cleaning. It happened again tonight, only this time it caught me while I was having a happy moment about myself.
Thursday, I'm almost always in a good mood since it's my last day of the work week. Tonight was no exception. I was listening to Cher singing ancient disco through my headphones, grinning at myself in the mirror, still amazed that I'm able to be myself and have a job. In walks a woman who I know, but we don't talk other than to say Hi. I take a little time to clean up the spray on the counter top, it being painfully obvious that she is going to stand there watching me, and certainly wasn't going to go into a stall while I was in there. I wanted to scream, 'I'm a girl, go ahead and pee!" But no, I hurried up and left, feeling the knife in my back penetrate my heart. Sometimes it doesn't matter that I have to leave like that, but tonight it caught me with my heart open. I went from a joyous beaming to misery in about 3 seconds. And the woman didn't even realize she'd done it to me.
Yep, life in transition is a hormone induced, emotional roller coaster ride. You better buckle your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy ride.