Quote from: Sarah Louise on April 08, 2008, 12:56:03 PM
I don't think you really can have an understanding of gender too early in life. I knew from as early as I can remember that "something" was wrong.
Putting a name to it was not possible, I never even heard of the terms relating to ts until later in life.
Oh, I knew. Maybe it was bit vague at 3 (as was everything), but I remember 4 ALL too well... worrying about what kindergarten was going to be like, and totally freaking that
"all those other kids will see me pretending to be a boy!" It terrified me, I knew if I was amoungst THAT many people, SOMEone was going to figure me out. Plus it was humiliating and embarassing knowing I was going to have to go "as a boy." The lines weren't so distinct when playing with the neighbors, but school I knew was going to segregate us more. And once there, every day I felt dishonest, lying, "bad" and deserving punishment for being so deceptive. I rode the cars around during playtime, took my naps... all the while in a constant panic attack about it all. It was terrible, being so young and programmed to not lie and be honest, yet telling anyone would just expose me as "a dirty sick boy," and not telling made me a dishonest, bad child.
I even remember my mother taking me shopping for my first school clothes, and hating every second of buying boy things. Not that I was drawn to feminine stuff that much, but buying me boy clothes meant I WAS a boy, and that was just saddening.
I didn't know at the time other
"people like me" existed or were called "transsexuals" of course, but I knew there were boys, and there were girls, and I somehow had ended up on the wrong side of the fence with a fading hope of EVER climbing over it.
~Kate~