“Imagine if someone started to call you by a male name and pronoun,” she said. “It wouldn’t feel like it’s you, and it would feel disrespectful, right? We don’t really think about that. What if suddenly someone was calling you ‘Andy’ instead of ‘Abigail,’ and you’d be like, ‘What’s up with that?’ ” Try as it might, this notion had trouble working itself through the crusty loam of my cisgender brain.
Self-report as author malfunctions during empathy exercise
