Lately I've been haunted by the idea my Mother abused me at a young age, and this abuse has contributed to my life long struggles with gender identification.
I have no strong memories of abuse that I can put in any sort of context, such year or place, but I've had powerful images of a very young boy cowering in terror, afraid to move, afraid to cry out, terrified as to what would happen if I did. I also have memories of deep pain, followed by a comforting pleasure, and although my memory doesn't include time or place it does include a another person... My Mother.
I'm not a big believer in the accuracy of memory, as often the wish is father to the thought when it comes to memory.
And I don't think I'm looking for any simple cliche to explain me to me.
But, nevertheless, these memories, if that's what they are, are very strong, and I'm unable to prevent them filling my consciousness at all times of the night and day.
My Mother is deceased, and there is no one to either validate or invalidate my perceptions, and I'm not big on therapists as it's been my experience that I tend to embellish my life when doing therapy probably to keep the therapist interested.
So there you go.