LOL, we couldn't be more dissimilar:
I was not abused as a child.I wasn't physically abused, but my mother would literally scream at me without provocation, calling me an SOB (an endless source of amusement for me), generally ending with
"you should be ashamed of yourself."My parents wanted a boy.Mine desperately wanted a girl... which I think is the only reason they tried to have another child (me) since they'd had one son already.
I was treated as a boy through my entire childhood.My "softeness" was encouraged as being adorable when really young. I was constantly told I was cute, gentle, etc. And although I barely remember it, my parents tell me I was CONSTANTLY "mistaken" for - and treated as - a girl when very young.
I was part of a stable household.My parents were constantly on the verge of divorce. It was a day-by-day thing. Amazingly, they're still together, doing the same routines.
My parents loved one another deeply.My father would get drunk every night after work, call my mother nasty names, and go through the list of reasons of how she "ruinf'd hiz leff" and muse about getting his gun and killing us all. Fall into druknen stupor of sleep. Wake up. Work. Repeat.
My father was very much a part of my life (scouting, soccer, fishing, hunting, etc).Mine was always working, and drove a truck for much of my childhood, coming home late at night. He did occasionally take me hunting and fishing, but it was obvious I had no interest in killing things for amusement (the tears were a clue) - something I swear he still hates me for it, him being the Great Hunter and all. He pretty much took me since HE was going anyway. Otherwise... little interest in my life. Not entirely his fault - I wasn't interested in his stuff either.
I have a younger sister, my parents always had time for both of us and never favoured one or the other. (Although I was the good one.
LOL)I have an older brother (eight years ahead of me) who beat me up every day after school for entertainment.
And people wonder why we hide and repress these feelings while growing up.
STILL though, even with all that, I don't believe it had a THING to do with my GID. The GID was already there, probably even before thought, which is why people instinctively saw me as a girl during my youngest years.