I’ve been hearing a lot lately about being "fully human." One particular world leader has stated that LGBT people are not fully human. It is a comment that keeps coming back to me, one that reverberates with dissonance the way that I imagine a clanging gong would.
It resonates somewhere deep inside because I spent most of my life believing something very much like that about myself. I was sure there was something wrong with me. I was damaged goods from the get-go. I could not be fully human because I could never be certain whether I was a man or a woman, and therefore, could be neither. Because I was born into the body of a man, I lived a sort of half life for many years, and then a dual life for as long as I could. When I could not live that way any longer I had to make a change. I had to face my greatest fears and allow myself to be my true self.
Today, I know who I am. I am not broken. I am good. I am at peace with the woman I am. I am a beautiful daughter of God, loved and embraced by God as the gift that I am, if even to no one else but me. Maslow would call it "self actualization." I am a self actualized human being. Is that "fully human?" I don’t know, but to quote a song from my formative years, "I call that a bargain, the best I’ve ever had." (The Who)