The week of Thanksgiving is upon us (in the U.S.) And for many of us, the onset of the loneliest season. Around this time a year ago I wrote to encourage the hostile family to make a place for their LGB/T relatives at the family gathering. It’s a message that bears repeating, but one which – as I acknowledged then – stands little chance of reaching it’s target audience via this space. In consideration of that reality, then, I’ll instead address myself to those more likely to be reading this entry.
We all are aware of the extreme social cost that we risk paying if we are out, purposely or accidentally, to our loved ones. Not all of us have had to pay that price, but I venture to say all of us are at least acquainted with someone who has. Certainly you can’t exist among human beings without knowing that the cold irony of the holidays is that the mythology of warm and tender hours spent among those who love you is far too often anything but.
There is, of course, a seemingly infinite list of circumstances which might leave a given individual lonely at holiday time. For most, a circumstance which they have little or no control over. Commonly, those who do not find themselves alone hardly even realize that they’ve been so busy and stressed that they never took time to think about the lonely, let alone do something. It’s only afterwards that one might catch their breath, lok back, and consider what they might have done differently. This is the place where I might well stay “on topic” and point out that those of us who are aware of the high price we didn’t have to pay for being trans ought try to extend our reach particularly to those who have.
It would not be an inconsequential point at all.
But I’ll go beyond that. If you are acquainted with one of the lonely, whatever their circumstance, please consider how you might acknowledge and include them this year. LGB/T or not, we all need to be cared about.
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