My Mom: Why are you crying, Tink?

Four year old Tink:  Because I want a dress like Jenny's (referring to my cousin)

My Mom:   How many times am I going to tell you that little boys don't wear dresses.

Four year old Tink: *crying* I'm not a boy mommy, I'm a girl like Jenny.

My Mom:  *screaming* Jenny, come here!
*pulls my shorts and Jenny's down*  You see Tink?  You have this.  This is called a peepee.  Boys have peepees.  Now, do you see a peepee on Jenny?

Four year old Tink:  *crying* no!


My Mom:  Jenny is a girl.  Girls don't have peepees.  You are a boy.  Boys do have peepees.




The biggest lie (stereotype) I was ever told.  That boys have penises and that girls don't.


tink  

How traumatic Tink! How do they deal with you now (if you don't mind me asking)?

My biggest hate was that I was expected to like Rugby (sport). The only sport I wanted to play was netball, they had those cute pleated skirts. Ended up compromising and playing hocky though without the cute pleated skirt    .

Quote from: Tink on September 24, 2007, 07:35:49 PM

Once upon a time

My Mom: Why are you crying, Tink?

Four year old Tink:  Because I want a dress like Jenny's (referring to my cousin)

My Mom:   How many times am I going to tell you that little boys don't wear dresses.

Four year old Tink: *crying* I'm not a boy mommy, I'm a girl like Jenny.

My Mom:  *screaming* Jenny, come here!
*pulls my shorts and Jenny's down*  You see Tink?  You have this.  This is called a peepee.  Boys have peepees.  Now, do you see a peepee on Jenny?

Four year old Tink:  *crying* no!


My Mom:  Jenny is a girl.  Girls don't have peepees.  You are a boy.  Boys do have peepees.

The End

The biggest lie (stereotype) I was ever told.  That boys have penises and that girls don't.


tink  

Good grief!

Ouch Tink. My mother told me the opposite. You never had one and you didn't have one cut off.

And the stereotype that annoyed me most, and still does, is that women are not as competent as men. Bull.

Dennis

Quote from: NickSister on September 24, 2007, 10:45:17 PM
How traumatic Tink! How do they deal with you now (if you don't mind me asking)?

No, of course I don't mind.  Everyone in my family accepts me.  It took my mom a while to understand what being transsexual meant.  She accompanied me to my gender therapy sessions in several occasions and became very well informed about TS'im.  Nowadays, the only times when my mom mentions my past is when she looks at the family albums; otherwise, she just treats me like she treats my other two sisters. 

tink

Yikes, Tink.

I recall a year (age-wise) after that mine just told me girls are different. She didn't say how.

Then my father kinda showed me when I was ten that insisting on my girlhood was a very bad situation that required the belt-wielding  from hell. Ouch, that one still makes me wince.

Nero, I don't really have just one at all. long hair, agressiveness, sex chat and terminal lust and girl's can't have penises all work for me.

I spoz the boys don't write poetry was just encouragement for me. *smile*

So, if I had to choose one it would be: "Obviously if you think you are a girl/woman, you must be gay." *sigh*

Nichole

Quote from: Nichole W. on September 25, 2007, 07:00:01 PM
I spoz the boys don't write poetry was just encouragement for me. *smile*

Now that's a new one for me. Of course, if one didn't have any classics in the English class, or didn't pay attention...

  Nfr

I'm bothered by ALL stereotypes, be they male or female. If I have to choose one, I don't like that boys/men are considered gay for wanting to wear women's clothes. That caused me some confusion in figuring out who I am. I've rarely met any gay men who desired to wear skirts, and they couldn't figure out why I wanted to 

zythyra

My mother told me when I was six that men are beasts who lose control of themselves when they get horny and rape women. She said my father did that to her in a car saying "I'll make up your mind for you" when she did want to have sex with him for the first time. Then he left her and did it to another woman who he then married, leaving my mother pregnant and alone. I really dreaded being a male ever since that day. Before that, I didn't think about being a boy because there were no males around. I basically acted like a girl. I've been battling the idea of men being brutes my whole life.

Boys like sports.  Gals like cooking.  I like neither.

Speaking of sterotypes, my mom just told me one today!  I was just thinking of this when she was telling me it. . . But she was like why don't you get your ears pierced or something express your femininity.  I just sort of laughed inside my head when she said it, it isn't one that upsets me, but I just felt like posting it here.

Everything that I wasn't.  I was born male.  You can take it from there.

I later came to find that many of the things that I prized in my past life would be good in my present life, like integrity, tact, honor, sense of duty; empathy, analysis, caring, feeling, imagination, they serve me well.

Wing Walker