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Detached From Self: Interior Homelessness | Sam Peterson | TEDxUNC


I want to go home I was three years old

when I said that I was lying in bed in

my parents Chevie Chase apartment when

those words left my lips I sent them out

loud I want to go home I remember it was

it was dawn and the air was buzzing with

uncertainty what did I mean I was home I

was home when the organizers of Ted came

to me and asked me to craft something

about this topic of home I thought well

I laughed and I thought to myself well

as a drug addict I was homeless more

times than I cared a recount and as a

person of transgender experience I

wasn’t at home in my own skin for

decades so I’m I’m not exactly sure what

I bring to this homey table for me

before there was home there was

displacement before I was a transgender

man recovering alcoholic an artist

writer and activist a queer I was

apparently alone and not home how does a

three-year-old child know that they are

not home is home something like like

love that can be defined by its absence

is it like love and that it’s it’s

experience is universal personal

outlined by actions and feelings for me

as a transgender child I had no true

north my body was elsewhere and my

feelings were there to be altered

enhanced or erased I can tell you what I

know that by three I had already bumped

up against the assumption that other

people made about my relationship to my

my self which is that I was a girl and

therefore supposed to act this way or

that way and that there were behaviors

and desires that I wasn’t actually

entitled to whether I felt them or not

by six it had begun to become clear to

me that I was a little different than my

peers who apparently did not want to

spend their morning crafting mustaches I

did not want to spend their afternoon

lovingly recreating the live and

athletic torsos of Archie Jughead and

Reggie by six I already knew I’d have

what it takes to be a boy I have the

goods the birth of my brother

successfully erased any fantasy I may

have harbored of transcending this body

somehow it was also the birth of a

heartbreak so catastrophic and absolute

that I tucked my heart away and I never

looked back I became nomadic and I left

my body and my mind to roam now if

you’ve ever been in 12-step recovery

groups and by now most of us have no

judgment you may have heard this

narrative which is that we alcoholics

and drug addicts have this this feeling

it

it’s this feeling that you got the

manual it’s the sense that most of us

have this feeling from a very early age

that we are somehow unique isolate alone

the hallmark of addiction is this

distortion of perception this means I am

only ever two bad ideas away from a

complete break with reality

now if you’ve ever experienced road rage

or jealousy and discovered that that

thing that you were absolutely committed

to believing that you were certain and

righteously sure had taken place had not

actually happened at all then you to my

friend have had a complete break with

reality it this might be the hallmark of

being human for me this two steps to a

mini psychosis starts with this idea I

have no home and homeless I was without

a grounding in the body without a sense

of community with an ache to always

already be somewhere else feel something

else that in fact home was somewhere

gender can be a part of this experience

of home even as we begin to unpack

gender as personal not dichotomies

non-binary there is something essential

about it if I can’t get there be there

then where am I and please do not

mistake me for saying that male and

female are essential because oh boy oh

girl I am NOT we have an Alcoholics

Anonymous there there’s a

saying that only you can identify

yourself as an alcoholic well this is

true for gender to your gender is for

you to claim but if your happy meal

isn’t on the menu what he order I had I

have been injecting testosterone for a

couple years when I had this experience

I suddenly realized that I felt in the

world fifty years old and I’m walking

around and I my feet are touching the

ground it was remarkable and disturbing

I felt like I belonged in the world it

was a little thing but it was a big

thing imagine if you will having finally

landed on earth and discover I’m in

hostile territory there are those who

would brand me and my kind a deviant a

sex monster a lurker of public restrooms

preying on the innocence of women and

children they would deny me protections

in housing health care and employment

all with this sense that you need

protection from me I thought when I

became a white man I’d be on the top of

lucky for me I pass out there as male my

trans sister brothers whose gender is

personal and not culturally obvious are

shunned and killed for theirs

this is where the whole identity as a

piece of home can go truly awry if

you’re the safety component of your home

depends upon protection from others then

I’m I’m screwed

if not me someone else I don’t know if

this is a I don’t know if this is a

common experience for trans people I I

suspect it is but I don’t want you to

think this is somehow representative or

universal and here’s what I haven’t said

to you yet but I want you to hear now

I love being trans I love it

I don’t love being an addict but I love

everything that recovery from addiction

has bestowed on me

transgender might be the single best

thing that’s ever happened to me can you

imagine this kind of travel you’ve been

to Egypt I’ve been to woman you did a

cruise of down the Amazon I switched my

neuro chemistry from female to male

winning now as a as a drug addict I was

homeless not once not twice but at least

half a dozen times and as a trans man my

experience of my gender meant that I

could not fully situate myself in my own

skin nonetheless because I was forced to

turn my welfare over to a peculiar

amalgam of similarly minded people I

fell into a community who genuinely

wanted the best for me I think shouldn’t

all communities want the best for one

another my people said to me we don’t

understand what you’re going through but

we want you to be whole and we want you

to be happy and we want you to feel at

home here in Carrboro and we want you to

feel at home

in Chapel Hill and we want you to be at

home in Raleigh and in Durham and we

will protect you from harm and we will

show up for you as best we can and we

ladles and jelly spoons it’s exactly

what happened I’m home thanks

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