A Vancouver woman was shocked when Canadian Blood Services (CBS) turned her away from donating blood because she is transgender.
Clayre Sessoms says she gives blood regularly — and discloses her gender during screening — but her last experience left her crying in the street.
On Wednesday, Sessoms was at a CBS clinic in downtown Vancouver, reported 24 Hours Vancouver. She told a nurse she is taking estrogen because she's transitioning from male to female. The nurse left to talk to a manager.
When the nurse returned, Sessoms was told she couldn't donate blood because of her gender identity, and not because of the estrogen treatment. The nurse noted CBS doesn't have a policy on transgender clients, and Sessoms failed to get more clarity from two other staffers.
Sessoms, who is a web content strategist and copywriter, recorded the conversations and posted them to her blog.
"I'm a blood donor. And I want to keep giving blood without hurtful discrimination," Sessoms told The Huffington Post B.C. in an email. "My ultimate goal is that this leads to positive changes that do not discriminate based on who I am."
CBS bans donations from men who have had sex with other men in the last five years, but “I’m a happily married lesbian," said Sessoms.
She said she plans to file a complaint with the B.C. Human Rights Tribunal. In her blog, Sessoms also takes issue with the CBS slogan, "It's in you to give":
"My blood is clean. My blood is safe.... A transgender person is someone whose identity does not conform unambiguously to conventional notions of gender. It doesn’t mean that I’m HIV positive. It doesn’t mean that I’m promiscuous or a drug addict....
I want something better than an apology. I want a promise that eligible, screened and qualified donors aren’t turned away because of gender or any other factor that may violate B.C.’s human rights code. I want to walk in to any organization or business in Vancouver and not be turned away simply because they don’t know how to respond to gender-variant individuals. I want equality.
I want fairness. Nothing more. Nothing less. Because, damn it, it’s in me to give."
A Canadian Blood Services spokesman sent the Georgia Straight a written statement on Thursday. Marc Plante wrote that any "transsexual or transgendered individual is screened at our blood donor clinics according to the same standard eligibility criteria we use for all blood donors."
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<strong>Tracie</strong> Since surviving the mean streets of San Francisco’s Tenderloin District in the 1970s as a young transgender street kid, Tracie Jada O’Brien (left) has become one of the most respected and elegant role models of our community -- a testament to beauty, survival and perseverance. O’Brien is a certified addictions treatment counselor and spent six years as a counselor and coordinator of Extend Services at Stepping Stone of San Diego, a nationally renowned Alcohol and Drug Treatment Facility specifically serving the GLBT community. O’Brien is active with the San Francisco Transgender Law Center, The California Transgender Leadership Summit, The California Office of AIDS Transgender HIV Equality and Party Conferences, and the Center of Excellence for Transgender HIV Prevention. She was also the coordinator of the Family Health Center’s Project S.T.A.R., which provides services for the transgender community. It was through this program that the idea of an annual day to acknowledge the Transgender community was brought to fruition , she is now a HOPWA Housing Manager with Stepping Stone of San Diego. Tracie Jada O’Brien, age 61 (left) Assigned Sex: male Gender Identity: woman Pronouns: she/her/hers <strong>Cassandra</strong> Cassandra-Marie Stahl was born on November 3rd, 1966 on the beautiful island of Barbados. She knew at an early age that the way she felt inside didn’t match the physical body on the outside. She endured taunts from her family and bullying throughout her school years, but it only made her more determined to be the person she envisioned. When she was of age, she used every penny she had saved and fled to find a place of solace where she could become herself and live her life. Eventually she settled in San Diego. For many years she withdrew from any contact with her family, for they still had a long way to go in their acceptance of her. When the time was right, she reached out to her family to reestablish contact and gain a sense of peace with them. Today, she has a great relationship with her mom and several of her cousins. Extended family supports us and sometimes fills a part of our life we missed or were never granted. In this city, she has found her extended family in three outstanding Nubian goddesses, who she is proud to call sisters: Tracie Jada O’Brien, Jelecia King, and Jackie Davis. She is a proud member of the LGBT community of San Diego, having served as a former Empress of the Imperial Court. She believes that we are all in the struggle together -- no stone left unturned and no one left behind. Transgender women were at the beginning of this struggle for equal rights for the LGBT community and these women will continue to fight. As long as she has her health and her strength, her voice will be heard. Cassandra-Marie Stahl (right) Gender Identity: transgender woman Pronouns: she/her/hers
Like so many transgender people, I knew from a very early age that there was something very wrong with me. I began to realize that I being born a girl would have suited me better. Growing up in the early sixties, well before the dawn of the Internet and the information age, there were few, if any, options for a young boy who believed he was not supposed to be born that way. So I made the best of it. I joined the Boy Scouts, played baseball, dated girls, got married, and had kids because that was what males were supposed to do. But I felt disenfranchised with myself and I continued to battle conflicts between orientation and identity. I sought psychological counseling and took anti-depressants for thirty-five years. I looked in the mirror every day and wondered who that person staring back at me really was until a very dear friend asked me to do something special for her on her birthday. She saw in me what I was looking for -- she purchased a dress, bra, panties, a pair of boots, and a wig. Much to my surprise, she asked me to put them on. She didn’t allow me to look at myself in the mirror until she finished putting on my make-up. I was extremely uncomfortable and felt awkward until she allowed me to turn around and face myself. For the first time in my life, I recognized the person in the reflection. I liked what I saw and suddenly realized that I could never be who I was before ever again. I was a woman, and from that day forward, I knew who I truly was. I began the slow and painful process of accepting the challenges and heartbreak that can accompany transition, but doing so has made me feel complete. I am happy. Ali Renee, age 58 Assigned Sex: male Gender Identity: transwoman Pronouns: she/her/hers
expression ….true seLf-expressiOn, just as the music i’Ve made throughout my lifE. it’s like that feeling of peace that resonates in me as i play a guitar or bass. being trans is as organic as music and can be understood by everyone, everywhere. cyber space…a new age Way of connectivity. because of tHis, i’ve been able tO find solidarity, support and a voice through the internet, as i explored my feminine self. . i’ve been able to find others just like me, relieving the early feelings that I am alone in all this. the information highway has played big role in how I have transitioned. beautY…i love being beautiful, but what i never thOught of was, how sexualized i would become. bUt, i must admit…how addicting beauty really is. although, so many times i want people to hear my words and not my looks, which i think most women struggle with... the most importAnt thing that being me has bRought, is my happinEss. Brooke Michelle Sullivan Gender Identity: transsexual woman/T-girl Pronouns: she/her/hers
Liat Wexler and Scott Duane
The co-producers of <em>Visible Bodies: Transgender Narratives Retold</em>.