Early in my first librarian job after grad school, a coworker (older cishet white woman) came into my office and shut the door. She had noticed that, in an online announcement about library services to students, I had mentioned that I was Safe Zone-trained (and thus supportive of all gender identities and sexual orientations). She was concerned that if I “put diversity in everything,” some students wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to me. I’m transgender and not closeted, so “some students” definitely came across as “transphobic people.” In the same conversation, she said that she knew that she didn’t know the right words and carried on to use the ones she did: “transvestites, transsexuals, whatever.” She also made sure to tell me that she had gay friends, though, so it’s probably all fine.
Fortunately, this person has retired and we are all extremely happy about it. Some of her other contributions to Microaggression Bingo:
-Telling an autistic student that she (the student) was very high-functioning and she (the librarian) would never have known.
-“I always have trouble with weird names. I’m sorry, I should have said international names.”
-Various and sundry comments about the (entirely black) housekeeping staff and some of the waiters (also black) at her favorite restaurant.