As I mentioned yesterday, I got an angel doll as a gift from Christel at the end of yesterday's talk show event. She said it'd help protect me. No matter what anyone might think of that, to me it's a physical reminder that maybe things will turn out alright. In addition to just being very cute and adorable, that is :) Here's the promised picture:
Moving on, after yesterday's initial lamentations about how empty and pained I felt I must admit to feeling better today than I have in a while. Maybe things will actually improve from now on and maybe I won't have to die as a martyr for the intersex human rights cause. Just maybe. It's still too early to really start hoping.
Getting into contact with the media like yesterday, and of course with the publication of my story into a number of newspapers last Saturday and in more newspapers coming Saturday, does me so much good. After seven years of rejection, humiliation, the emotional and physical deconstruction of me as a person and plain torture it feels so good finally feel like I'm not a helpless victim of the medical and political systems. Thanks to my new lawyer, Yme Drost, the Tubantia journalist, Lucien Baard, and of course the many other supportive people, especially people like Christel. Thanks for making me feel less of a freak and more like a regular human being.
Not that everything is fine of course. I really hope that the media attention doesn't stop here. I, and the millions like me, need the attention. There's so much I want to do and so much I can do once I get out of this Hell myself and work myself up to a position where I can feel safe enough to reach out and help others. Not just intersex people, but to improve humanity... and this entire world we find ourselves in.