Transgender Dad Outraged After Revealing Word Nurses Used To Refer To Him While Giving Birth

Respecting people’s preferred names and pronouns is crucial to honoring their identities. Yet, many continue to resist this practice, often due to outdated beliefs or outright dismissal of gender diversity.

Bennett Kaspar-Williams, 37, and their husband Malik welcomed their son Hudson in October 2020 via cesarean section. Despite identifying as male and using he/him pronouns at the time, Kaspar-Williams, who now identifies as non-binary and uses both he/him and they/them pronouns, faced significant challenges in the hospital. Nurses repeatedly misgendered him, referring to him as a mother instead of a father, according to the Daily Mail.

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