I wasnt, I didnt say anything about wanting or ever feeling like a boy until this year, I was always scared what people would think of me and my opinions

I guess thinking about everything now, it all adds up tho  I didnt like dolls, hating tying up my hair, and always picked clothes from the boys section. I even remember one day where I was probably 6 years old. I was thinking it through my head while at my best friends house. He wanted the pink ice cream, and he said specifically that pink was his favourite colour that day I actually remember thinking to myself that he wants to be a girl, and I want to be a boy, so we could go to the doctor and just "swap parts" and it would be sorted hahaha 

I know I know I am on the wrong section of the forum...Still gonna answer.

Oh hell no I never spoke on it. By the time I figured it out at 9 years old what was wrong with me, I was living with an ubber christian grandmother who was of the opinion that the laws of Leviticus pointed the way to how gays should be treated. Which is to say kill them. So I kept my mouth shut about it for more years than I really had too. At the time I was pretty sure I wanted to get a sex change because I was gay. (problem with that, I like girls [mostly]) But I didn't know the truth of that for many years.

I never wanted to rock the boat... so no... I was dead quiet...

Very much so. I never shut up about it when people called me a...yeah.

I was but I wasn't. I wasn't vocal about it in the stereotypical way-- instead of complaining about people calling me a girl, I cracked jokes about it. I had the perfect joke material: Throughout most of her pregnancy, my mom expected I was going to be a boy. As soon as I found this out (at a fairly young age), I took it and ran with it.

"I was supposed to be a boy, but I ended up a girl instead."

"I was going to be a boy, but my body got switched before I was born, so now I'm kind of both!"

"Before we were born, I was the boy and my brother was the girl!"

...I had a whole series of jokes like that. It was all said in good humor, but I always made it very clear that the aim of the joke was not "Haha, they thought I was a boy" but "Ha ha, I was a boy and I got switched."

However, I didn't learn until a lot of years later that my joke could amount to anything more than me joking around. Before I hit puberty, I was never really bothered by being in a female body-- I just found it amusing. What can I say? I've always been fond of irony!

Quote from: Crow on June 17, 2010, 09:58:16 AMI was but I wasn't. I wasn't vocal about it in the stereotypical way-- instead of complaining about people calling me a girl, I cracked jokes about it. I had the perfect joke material: Throughout most of her pregnancy, my mom expected I was going to be a boy. As soon as I found this out (at a fairly young age), I took it and ran with it.

^ This, except my story is that the nurse said "It's a boy!" when I was born.

I also complained very loudly during puberty that I did not want the things that were happening to me, but my mom assured me that I'd change my mind once I was older.  I kept complaining for years but eventually gave up because it became apparent that all the complaining in the world wouldn't change my body...

Quote from: Farm Boy on June 17, 2010, 10:20:01 AM
^ This, except my story is that the nurse said "It's a boy!" when I was born.

I also complained very loudly during puberty that I did not want the things that were happening to me, but my mom assured me that I'd change my mind once I was older.  I kept complaining for years but eventually gave up because it became apparent that all the complaining in the world wouldn't change my body...

I was really distraught about my body changing during puberty, but I had a hard time pinpointing how much of it was gender-related and how much was just "I don't wanna grow up!" (I now know both were involved... but the "I don't wanna grow up!" part has since faded, and the gender-related part obviously hasn't.) I wasn't so vocal about that, though, because I was embarassed to talk about my body at all.

Following in cynthialee's footsteps, I too never admitted it to anyone. Though many did guess, judging by the number of times I was called poof, nancy, pansy, weakling and so on.

I have to say I developed a very strong contempt for all of those people, especially my family. But in the latter case, part of that may be that they saw my apparent weakness as an excuse to use me as their punch bag.

To my self, I knew from a very early age. I was too scared to do anything about it

i didn't know when I was a kid.

and, I was sort of gender neutral.. I didn't think I was a boy, but I never really thought much about how I was a girl.. and my parents didnt really make me do girl things that much.

I wasn't vocal about being the wrong gender, I was vocal about being feminized. I remember my mother had myself and my younger brother take pictures. I had to wear a hideous late 80s dress and he wore trousers a sweater and suspenders. I remember complaining about wanting to wear pants or at least not wanting to wear a dress. I was maybe...4 or 5 at the time.

I was quite vocal about it all, definitely.
Since I was old enough to dress myself, I chose boys clothes. I would kick and scream and do everything in my power to avoid dresses and typical girl clothes.
Around the age of 5-6 I asked my parents for a sex change, and told my friends that I was going to save up for one. The neighbourhood kids tried to find ways for me to grow a penis. None of them worked mind.
I just did typical boy things, had boy toys, boy friends, etc. My parents did try to make me more feminine for a while but I showed no interest and would be very angry and unhappy if I was forced into anything.
I'm just lucky that they let me be who I wanted to be

Nah, I wasn't really masculine or in opposition to my parents at that time. The closest I have to it was when one day, I told my mom I was a tomboy and she said no- I was a tomgirl because I wasn't a boy. She didn't understand the language very well, but I thought it was pretty funny.

Nope I wasn't vocal at all.

Nope I was a very quiet child.

I was quite quiet.

I know I said things like I wish I were a boy, or I should have been a boy, and things like that.  I'm not sure if I adamantly said I WAS a boy.  I did use the boy's room on occasion in elementary school (during class, when it would be empty) and the men's room in grocery stores when my mother wasn't looking.  I was just told I was a tomboy.

Of course, because I grew up and really tried hard to femme up, my mother has conveniently forgotten all of that.

Jay

No, i learned to keep my mouth shut pretty quick. mom never liked me being a 'boy' so i tried to be good.

I never said I was a boy. I wanted to be a boy, but knew I wasn't one. I had a female name and girl parts and that was that.
I knew I wasn't like the other girls though and didn't really consider myself to be one of them. I'd always try and be on the boys team during school competitions and stuff.

I only said it once when I was about 7 to my cousins. That's when one of them made fun of me and told me I was stupid and whatnot. Being that we were young and I looked up to this particular cousin, it kind of squashed any future vocalization I would have had...it wasn't till I was about 28 that I started getting vocal about my gender.

I was also a quiet child. My parents referred to me as a boy, and they were adults so I thought that's what I was. By the time I thought maybe they aren't right, I knew saying something wasn't a good idea.

I played with barbie dolls with my sister, and would play road hockey, cops and robbers with the kids that lived near me. My parents didn't really care either way, I never really felt restricted from doing what I want.