Remembering

 

Some Die

Some die.

Some have been executed by the government  or state judiciary of the country they live in.

Some have been persecuted and murdered by the government of the country they live in.

Some have been persecuted by the government of the country they live in, and have died in prison. Either by murdered the authorities or other prisoners. Or dying through ill treatment or the harsh conditions. Or giving in and taking their own lives. Or simply dying of illness or natural causes while serving unjust sentences. 

Some have died attempting to flee persecution, bigotry and hatred. Attempting to find a better life for themselves, where they can express who they are freely, but perishing on the journey. 

Some have been murdered by being persecuted and attacked by bigoted people. 

Some have been persecuted to the point that their health fails and they die.

Some have been persecuted to the point where it gets too much, and they take their own lives.

Some have found the only way to try to survive, is through sex work and they have died as a result of that. Either murdered because their life is seen as worthless, or dying of sexualIy transmitted diseases. 

Some have died from poverty or homelessness, a situation that exists entirely because of who and what they are.

Some have found themselves in exploitative relationships and lost their life as a consequence. 

Some have found themselves in abusive relationships and died as a result of domestic violence by partners. 

Some have died as a result of sexual encounters where the person they been intimate with, has been unable to reconcile their own sexuality and desires, and blaming them, has lashed out and killed them. 

Some have found themselves in situations where they have been blackmailed because of who they are, and felt no option but to take their own life.

Some have taken their own lives, worn down by the constant bigotry they face in society. 

Some have taken their own lives because they tire of not being able to express their true selves. Either having to completely deny themselves the opportunity to be their true selves, or from the strain of having to keep their reality a secret and spending much of their life living in a closet. 

Some have died in despair, having opened up about who they are to friends and family and found rejection. 

Some die from attempting to self medicate themselves with drugs and hormones to try to be their true selves, with no medical oversight to guide and monitor them.

Some die to medical complications during difficult and invasive surgery or it's aftermath.

Some die because they can't access medical or psychological treatment and they give in.

Some die waiting for medical or psychological treatment that they are entitled to, but the waiting times are ridiculously long, even before the first steps are reached. 

Some die.

And those that die are our brothers or sisters. 

Dying because they are transgender. 

Simply dying because of what and who they are.

And those of us who are transgender, remember them. 

And we ask others to remember them too.

Because everyone in society has the right to be who they are, and to be able to live out their life, free from persecution, bigotry, exploitation, violence, and ignorance. 

Some die.

We all die.

But no one should die just because of their gender differences. 

Deeanna Williams 

A non-binary Tgirl