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What happened to me at the DMV could be described as a mundane instance of what T. Benjamin Singer called the “transgender sublime.” During this transaction, the gender disorientation my application created was transposed onto confusion about medical credentials. Years ago, the presentation of a transgender figure — in a text, in person — would often induce a certain vertigo. In these moments, people unexpectedly confronted with a gendered figure who confounded everything they thought they knew about sex would find themselves at the edge of a precipice beyond which cognition fails: “the sheer variety of trans bodies and genders exceeds providers’ cognitive capacity to comprehend them.” To illustrate this point, Singer — who spent years studying the provision of health care to transgender people, as well as training health care professionals about trans issues in the 1990s — recounted an incident involving a medical resident working in the emergency room of a large urban hospital. When a transgender woman with a broken arm came into the hospital’s emergency room, the resident took one look at her and announced that he could not set her arm because he hadn’t received any medical training on transsexuality. For this resident, who undoubtedly had set and put casts on many broken limbs during his tenure in the ER [?], the gendered category crisis the patient triggered was so unsettling that it threw all that he knew into confusion, including the most routine of treatments. A broken arm is a broken arm regardless of a patient’s gender presentation or genitalia or secondary sex characteristics, but the perplexed MD had lost — one hopes only momentarily — his ability to see that.
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