Category Archives: Stories

Taking Anemia Seriously?

There are a lot of changes that happen to your body when you transition. So many in fact, that the doctor can’t go over them all with you or even know them all for that matter. Each person is unique.

One thing that is often accepted as the “norm” is that women are often colder than men, or perhaps too “fragile” and need a borrowed coat. Or perhaps they simply do not poses as much body hair and fat as well as have a thinner outer layer of skin. No it’s probably just the “fragile” thing… right?

Wrong. So many things changed that were unpredictable and one of them was my need for iron supplements. You see, as my transition progressed levels of minerals and vitamins changed along with it.

After it had been a year in, I got a full check up and the doctor had some disturbing news,

“Everything looks good,” he began. “But, you’re dangerously close to being anemic.”

I start laughing uncontrollably.

“Ma’am! This is no laughing matter. This is serious,” he said to me, but I continued to laugh.

The poor doctor just looked at me confused.

You see, as a male I never had to deal with Anemia. Whatever! That was something my mother and cousins dealt with or other girls I knew, but not me. No way, no how. That was something that happened to women… and it was happening to me.

Because of this, I laughed and I laughed some more.

I thought, “Oh Charlie, you asked for this didn’t you?”

Now we all know Anemia really isn’t that serious unless you have some sort of eating disorder or perhaps a disease where it allows Anemia to set it, but typically just changing your diet or adding iron to it is enough.

“Would you please stop that?!” the doctor asked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ” I said as I gained my composure.

“Now it’s not bad,” he began. “If we just put you on some iron supplements I think it will be enough, but you should look into your diet and find a way to add more iron, ok?”

“Ok doc,” I said. “I’m sorry about earlier, doc, it’s just that I never thought I would ever hear someone tell me that I was anemic before, but my mother always had to worry about it, so it all makes sense now. I just found that to be hilarious. Don’t worry, I’ll pick up some supplements on the way home.”

“Oh ok, I see now,” he said still not amused.

But I still smiled.

And I still take iron supplements, just like my mother before me.

Be careful what you wish for, it may just come true.

 – Charlie <3

Cover image credit: Unknown

The Queer Life radio show Ep 75 – Charlize Veritas

Thank you to Kaiya Kramer of The Queer Life in allowing me to be a guest on her show. I only hope that something I said helped in some way.

(Click here to be taken to the recording of the broadcast.)

Talking about being transgender can be tricky as we all are different people with our own opinions. I know I have my triggers and so must others as well. I did my best to be respectful of all people while on the show.

Episode 75

I am most grateful to Kaiya for allowing me my first experience to tell my story in this medium. Honestly, I was curled up in bed the whole interview, but by the second half I felt more at ease. I really enjoy Kaiya and having a conversation with her is always refreshing. Perhaps it’s because we are both transwomen, or perhaps we’re just good people.

Thank you Kaiya!

 – Charlize <3

Cover image credit: The Queer Life logo

When I Finally Understood That I have White Privilege

The moment I realized I had white privilege didn’t come until I started driving a BMW.

Let me first explain, I grew up poor. My friends were poor. We lived in poor neighborhoods and eventually moved up to a modest one.

Due to systemic racism, many people of color are poor. So growing up, I had friends of color. To me it didn’t mean anything. I was a child. They were children. We all wanted the same things but couldn’t afford it. We all played in the same parks. We all related to each other because we were poor.

That’s what bound us together.

So I didn’t grow up racist. People were people and they all had struggles. That’s what I saw.

As I got older I started to realize. We’d get in trouble and I was told to go on my way. I didn’t grow up thinking people of color were any different. I didn’t understand.

Then one day I was driving my BMW like greased lightning down the highway when after passing a beater of a car, I saw the cop on the side of the road radaring everyone.

Now I’m thinking, “Great. This is the last thing I need” as I see him hit the lights and come towards me in pursuit.

But he doesn’t pull me over.

He pulls over the beat up car with two Latinos inside.

You know, the car I went flying past?

That’s when it really hit me. I was doing 10 more than him easy but because of their race and the car they were driving, they were profiled.

That was the moment I first felt sick to my stomach because I was white. But not so much that as the fact that because of something completely outside of someone’s control, they were being oppressed and I was allowed to go.

I have a deep seeded sense of right and wrong. Of Justice.

I still think to myself, “You should have pulled over. You should have said something. But you didn’t.”

It’s going to take all white people to put back what we did wrong and the first step is just to admit it.

 – Charlize <3

Cover image credit: Unknown