I am here for some positivity: I fought for myself for the first time.
I am an international college student in the United States, and this is my second semester taking a Spanish course in the college. This semester, we got a brand new instructor who despite asking pronouns and knowing I go by all pronouns in Spanish, made zero effort in using different pronouns and kept grouping me with the girls using feminine language. My previous instructor was very inclusive, on the other hand, and what I experienced this semester was really discouraging. On top of that, this professor once offered to hug me and was physically ready for an embrace without consent. Due to experiences of harassment in high school, I had a huge PTSD attack right on spot and found it even harder to trust him.
I went to the department heads, who both have trans kids themselves, and I told them about my experience. For the first time, authority took my experience seriously, and they were both very emotional and responsible. They made promises, real promises, and honestly I don't care how well they will be carried out, because I made it. I stood up for myself and for the trans students that will walk into the Spanish classrooms next semester.
I have been on the verge of bursting into happy tears for the past hour. I feel reborn and seen.