I’m seriously starting to hate the T word. Trans-fucking-ition. Professionals (teachers, social workers, clinicians) drip it into conversations with big nods and concerned faces.
“We need to talk about transition,” they say, before disappearing out the door.
“How old is LB now? Mmmm… nearly in transition then.”
“I’ll make an appointment around seven months before his 18th birthday, so we can really start to discuss transition. But you should be thinking about it now.”
OK. I’m thinking. Think think thinkety think. Er. I’m struggling a bit here. What am I actually supposed to be thinking about?
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