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In what surely was my more militant youth, I must have bristled at being labeled in any and all masculine sense.
Time and age have mellowed me to the reality that I once had an existence as a human being whom doctors assigned as male at birth.
My personal journey began with what was termed 'feminine protesting tantrums' - 'I AM a girl, Mom!, 'I'm gonna do it, Dad!'
I hated every fibre of my being that anyone perceived any element of my self as male or masculine.
The terminology during my time also included 'sex change' and 'transsexual'. I am fine with those terms. I did change my sex - at least according to the legal and social records. I first heard of 'gender dysphoria' as a new name by the late-1970s. I also accept that because I did bear the error between my anatomical sex and my mental sexual identity.
My disagreement is with 'transgender'. I never changed my gender identity; I changed what sex anatomy the birth doctors assigned of me.
I have come to a point where I allow those past years as my male predecessor. That was what I was to the world. Hey, I did boy activities that were off-limits to girls - Boy Scouts, Little League Baseball to name them:
- As a Boy Scout, I went hiking and camping and learned about nature and my self. I rose quickly from entry to First Class the fastest in my troop to my time. I also earned both the 'Horsemanship' and the 'Hiking' merit badges, the only one in my troop to have either as of my time - I had both.
- I played Little League until age 14. I played an advanced Little League my final season. We played our games at a real Major League baseball stadium; okay, maybe to 40 spectators, not 40 thousand.
How could I ever have done that if I had been assigned as female at birth and raised as the female that I am? I can't declare that I did those as a female because all evidence proves that I did them as a male.
If someone wants to refer to my male past in male nomenclature, then go right ahead, I take no offense. That does not diminish that my gender is female, always has been female, always will be female.
Likewise, my discomfort comes in my irregular manner of anticipating others. My medical privacy and past are no one's business; with that perspective, no one has any absolute right to know all my medical past any more than I have a right demanding same of anyone else. Then that never-ending philosophy arrives that a truly close relationship requires an ever-expanding revelation of one's self. A partner has a certain amount of right to know certain aspects of my past. The debate is how and what I reveal and when must I reveal it.
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