What is there to say?
I am in tears. My
longtime readers will remember my tragic experiences of coming out and
attempting to transition with my previous employer. And what you read about my experiences was
greatly summarized and diluted, because at the time; I was in fear of losing my
job. Yes, my previous employer monitored
my personal life with the specific intent of finding cause to terminate me. I would not be surprised if they are still
monitoring me just out of the spiteful shrewish nature of the people who were
tasked with “handling” me. All I can say
to you if you are still out there is: hi… hope you’re having a great life. Boy, you sure taught me a lesson!
My previous employer, among other things, compelled me to
provide all of the logistics of how to manage my transition (as I was the
expert – I have reason to believe the people who laid out that expectation
never even opened my painstakingly prepared “plan”). I was asked how I would dress, what restrooms
I expected to use, how my employer was supposed to handle it “when” other
people in the office had a problem with me and “if” they decided to
benevolently support my transition. In
short, I was asked to defend my right to have a job. I was “asked” to segregate myself from all
external contact with fellow employees; I had to remove people from my “friends
lists” on all of my personal social network accounts. I even had to relocate this blog (I was actually
“asked” to stop writing, if you can believe that). Of course, it took very little time for my
“handlers” to figure out that I had just moved elsewhere, but there was little
they could do as I had obeyed “the letter of the law.” Still, I knew they were watching.
Given everything that happened (and this is not even
including the changes in day to day relationships), it should be pretty obvious
just how litigious of a person I am not.
The truth is, as is probably true of most women like me, I just wanted
to be able to live my life in harmony with how I felt inside. I had no interest in stirring the pot, in
making a federal case, or of pushing the boundaries of gender law. I just wanted to live. So, I quit.
I started with a new company barely three weeks later (I am not stupid)
for the same salary, better benefits, and far less responsibility. And I repeat… boy, they sure taught me a
lesson.
Fast forward six or so months to present day. I told my boss a few weeks ago why he was
giving me vacation at the beginning of September. If you have been living under a rock for the
last six months, you may not know that I just completed FFS and a few other
procedures to facilitate my transition.
I told him that I was transitioning to female, that everywhere outside
of work, I had been living as Kate for a very long time, and that the surgery I
was about to have would make permanent my transition. His response?
He started walking through the things we would need to take care of –
changing my email account, my badge, my name plate, etc. His one comment was that “if you’ve managed
to perform like you have so far while going through all of that, it has nothing
but good things to suggest about your future.
I have only ever known one you, and I support you 100%.”
Two days later, I met with HR. I had only met this woman one time
before. Upon entering her office, the
first thing she said was “I have never dealt with anything like this
before. You are a first for me.” I heard a similar statement from my previous
“HR” rep right before being raked over the coals for several weeks. But what she said next set the tone for
everything that has happened since: “But I have been doing a little
research.” She proceeded to ask me how
my name would be spelled, whether I knew when the legal changes would be final,
and what she could do to help me. She
stated her plan, asked if I could review the communications she was putting
together to make sure I was comfortable with them, and proceeded to engage in
an entirely cordial conversation about a whole slew of completely other
things. I was never asked what I would
wear or what restroom I would be using.
The communication she sent to our executive team, which was then
cascaded throughout the organization, stated in very plain terms what was
happening, what was expected of everyone (that I would be treated with respect,
that correct names and pronouns would be used in reference to me, and that I
would be using the appropriate facilities for my gender, etc.). With the exception of my employee records
(which understandably cannot be changed until the legal changes occur), the
company actually updated everything from my email address to the nameplate on
my office with my correct name. All this
happened while I was off lying around in Mexico.
I returned to work today.
You will not believe what happened.
As I entered the building, I passed a coworker. She looked at me, smiling, and said… “Good
morning.” A short time later, I passed
another colleague as I walked to my office.
Readers, you will not believe what he said. He said… “Good morning,” and then proceeded
to talk about operations with me for a few seconds. I next passed one of the most religious
people I have met there, and what she said to me was… it was just… um well… you
be the judge. She said “Good morning.” Before I made it to my desk, I passed her a
second time. We laughed at the
coincidence.
What followed over the next
two or so hours was a string of coworkers and office neighbors stopping by to
welcome me back and to chat about my surgery, or to catch me up on what
happened while I was out. I heard
everything from, “Wow, you look great,” to “How did it go?” And regarding emails received bearing my new
account name; you will not believe the responses I got. I heard everything from… a response to my
email, to… a “welcome back” and response to my email. The horror!
Two of our directors in sales stopped by my desk to welcome
me back… what nerve! One even had the
audacity to suggest I should take it easy and not overdo it so soon after
surgery. Can you imagine?
My boss sent me an email.
It said, “Welcome back.” And that
HR person: she sent me two notes today.
She actually had the gall to ask how I was doing and to echo the director’s
admonition not to over exert myself.
Unbelievable.
I was stopped by security on my way out. She wanted to tell me how proud she was for
me, and what an awesome thing I was doing.
Can you believe that?
Seriously, I could not be more touched or more impressed by
my company and its people. One might
almost think they value people and understand what is truly important in a
business… results.
To my former employer: Boy, you sure taught me a lesson!
And those tears? They are tears of joy.
Happy Monday, Friends!
Next time, I will fill you in on the surgery experience.
Peace and hippy talk,
Kate
