My story
I knew before I was five.
Before anyone dismisses the idea of a trans child — I need you to know that I was one. I didn't have the words for it, but I knew. I wanted to be a girl. That knowledge was there before kindergarten, before anyone had ever said the word "transgender" to me.
So I toughed it out. I had no support, no safe adults to turn to, no access to care that might have helped. The world around me made it clear that what I felt had to stay hidden. And the cost of that silence was steep.
Because I had no support and no access to gender-affirming care, I went through male puberty. I now grow a beard I have to shave every day. I have a deep, masculine voice I can't change. These are not small things — they are permanent marks left by a system that failed me. Changes that could have been prevented, had anyone been there to help.
I share this not for sympathy, but because I want people to understand: the harm from withholding support is real, lasting, and written on the body. When Alberta's government restricts what care trans youth can access, they are not protecting children. They are guaranteeing that some children will carry that cost for the rest of their lives — just as I do.