Just a general observation if I may

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114. My cousin was transgender

He grew up as Little Harold, named after his father. My uncle Harold was a WWII vet, served in Germany, volunteered for the testing at Bikini Atoll and never ever let anyone forget his military career of 35 years. Imagine the shock when he thought his namesake was gay. He finally realized that he was not gay, but actually Hannah, a woman trapped in the wrong body. This was back in the 1970s and I was a child, so I did not understand all the fuss and yelling and crying when she announced she was flying to Switzerland to have gender reassignment surgery. Hannah did not see her father again until 1982, when he was dying in an isolation ward in Walter Reed. I remember thinking "if only we were all like children and could accept other people at face value."