Growing Up is so extremely adept at weaving together the hyperspecific with the universal, and the recursive with the terminal. It is a window into so many raw feelings (see: rage and trauma and love), and its structure weaves those feelings into the tapestry that is the trans experience (or one of many). Its ability to speak in singular and plural simultaneously, of course, complements its content, which presents identities that may be evolutions, mirrors, or altogether different entities. Singular and plural, etc. Growing Up has such a strong thesis and I am so grateful to have played it.