As I began my transition from a physical standpoint, I understood that I needed to lose weight to maintain my health. So, I began working out intensively. As I finished my workout one hot summer day. I had some water, and jumped on Facebook. There was an ad for MGHA. I had already lost about sixty pounds. I needed the proverbial “carrot”. There it was. I clicked on the ad immediately. What I believe MGHA stands for is exactly what I needed out of hockey all along. If there was a drawback it was I found the ad in July. I wanted to play so bad that it made the those summer days drag by. My excitement started building, and I began my normal hockey ritual of starting to skate late July, or early August. It dawned on me that I hadn’t been on skates in roughly twenty years. Wow, where had the time gone? Skating in itself was amazing to me. I stared buying gear again. This was really going to happen. I was coming back to hockey as a player. There was not going to be the bad feelings I always had back in high school. Having new teammates that accept who I am from the very first day. Can this really be happening? I found out the answer was “yes”. My counselor said that this was going to be a good “bridge activity” for me. I could not wait for the season to start.
I have just completed my first season in the MGHA. Anyone who has watched me play knows I am a player of considerable experience. I have been playing since I was six, or seven years old. Which is ironically about the same time I started contemplating my gender identity. What I knew to be true was: if I came out as transgender in the late 1970’s, or early 80’s I would have been excluded early on. What I also knew to be true is I had some talent as a player. I also had a passion for playing hockey. So, the choice was clear for me at that time. It was to hide who I am on the inside. By the time, I finished my senior year of high school I was done with playing the game. At that time, I left multiple junior “A”, and college offers “on the table”. It wasn’t because I didn’t believe I could play that kind of hockey. I knew I could play. I was afraid of being discovered. In those days, the dressing rooms were a house of horrors to me. Homophobia, and to a lesser degree transphobia were rampant. So, I thought it best to walk away. I battled depression, and anxiety as part of gender dysphoria. I put on a lot of weight while pretending to be who I wasn’t. I didn’t know, or understand that I wasn’t done playing quite yet. It was an odyssey to get there, but worth every second.
What does gay hockey mean to me? It is inclusion, comfort, and coming full circle in my life, and in hockey. As I drove to rink for the first skills clinic I thought about everything. I thought about on the heels of my divorce how I begged to be able to “come home” to my ex wife. I thought about everything else that had hurt me in life. As I pulled up to Hartmeyer every bit of emotion I had came out. In a moment of clarity, and happy tears I said to myself “Ashleigh, you’re finally home”. What does gay hockey mean to me: It’s community, family, friends, of course hockey. Most of all this is home for me. Gay hockey has helped me be complete, and happy. Now, I believe I am truly living authentically.