My mother's assessment of me as a child...

[KathyLauren]

Flash forward to current day. My mother pretty much refuses to talk about my childhood, which sucks because I'd love to hear about her impressions of me when I was small. In my mind I can see like a thousand 'hints' that I was not really a boy and I think as a parent it must have been obvious to her?

Be gentle with her.  Maybe she does see those hints in hindsight, and has a massive case of the guilts.

[RobynD]

My mom did her best i know, but she was always pointing out how "different" i was from other boys. She did these even subconsciously and it hurt a lot because it told me that on many levels i did not belong. No matter what i did that was masculinish, (Football, Baseball, Motocross) there was always something different about me to her. I did not understand until later, why.

When i started to become more and more feminine in mannerisms, dress etc. She claimed that i would face danger, that society did not approve of feminine men etc. People would beat me up in dark alleys even though i was pretty athletic and capable of defending myself.

Later and partially influenced by my sister, she softened and began to accept me. By my early 20s she was buying unisex and women's clothes for me at Christmas. Still, I distinctly remember her questioning my wife along the lines of "are you lesbian leaning? Why would you fall in love with a feminine guy?" Traditional notions of gender expression are pretty hard to shake for much of her generation.

Later in life, i remember coming home to visit one day and she said i looked "pretty". That simple statement of acceptance meant the world to me.

[Marissa_K]

OMG, that is soooo much what I had to deal with as a child. My mother became absolutely fanatical about keeping me away from girl things. Things I asked for and wanted included Nancy Drew books, an Easy Bake Oven, Barbie dolls, skipping ropes...  all of which were denied me. Even as a teenager; One year I received (from my mom!) a 'James Dean' coat which went down past my knees. I LOVED it. Not long afterwards I came home from school only to discover my mother had taken it to get it altered and it was now a good foot shorter than it had been. I was livid,

Flash forward to current day. My mother pretty much refuses to talk about my childhood, which sucks because I'd love to hear about her impressions of me when I was small. In my mind I can see like a thousand 'hints' that I was not really a boy and I think as a parent it must have been obvious to her?

We are not siblings by any chance right?

[AshleyP]

Before we were married, my fiancee and I were with my Mom. Out of the clear blue, Mom just blurted out, "Does he still like to wear panties and bras?" I was floored, and strongly objected, "MOTHER!" We all just let the subject drop.

Later when we were alone, by fiancee asked me, "Well, do you like to wear panties and bras?" I think I probably gulped air, but sheepishly said, "yeah, sorta."

It's been about 36 years and we're still married. Sadly, I never thanked Mom for that.  🙁

[Daria67]

We are not siblings by any chance right?

Familiar?  I keep hearing similar stories from trans friends. It seems that we all have three traumas in common;  hair cuts, clothes shopping,  and of course puberty.

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