Growing up Trans in the 80s

It is a good article. It seems plausible for someone to have this experience- i think we would all readily recognize it if it were “daddy’s tomboy.” But it’s the opposite. It’s not about a girl whose daddy raised her hunting and fishing. It’s about a guy who had a lot of sisters. And the writer draws sensible conclusions and has sensible advice. His mother was sensible and apparently very wise in her reaction. Leave it to the Dims to exploit temporary childhood weaknesses/confusions to undermine society and leave the individuals’ lives in the charnel house.

Thumb up for post. A rational voice amid a cacophony of hysterical activists, many of whom advocate for the whole gender cult more to affirm their own beliefs, than to help another person avoid (or escape from) crisis of confusion.

Excellent article. The author's mother handled it well and he seems to have grown up to be a happy and normal guy. My granddaughter went through a phase where she pretended to be a dog. If it was now, she'd probably have some new neopronoun and get groomed by furries.

Growing Up Nuts in the 80s is more accurate

Yes, read this article. It does not end up where you think it might. Leave the kids alone. I admit I do not understand any of this desire to be something you are not. A boy wanting to be a girl is as foreign to me as someone wanting to be a polar bear. It makes no sense. Be it chemical, mental or a combination these children should not be encouraged to play out this nonsense. Now, when you become a self supporting adult and you still feel this need then I believe you have that right. But as an adult not a child. Most kids can't tell you which Lunchable they want to take to school tomorrow or vanilla or chocolate pudding. Changing your "sex/gender" (which actually cannot be done) is not as simple as coloring your hair purple one weekend and green the next. But no matter what this person decides their DNA will tell the truth about them. Remember, follow the science.

So glad the author survived his confusing childhood and chose to tell his story on this side of what otherwise would have been a tragedy. I’ll gladly share this essay with any friends who’ll read it. And somehow, the author needs a bigger platform to spread his message. I hope honest outlets will give his voice the publicity it deserves right now in our society. I cannot relate to most of what he says he felt as a child, but the more he speaks out today, hopefully the fewer victims will succumb to the leftists’ evil schemes tomorrow. It’s just appalling that there are any licensed Medical Doctors willing to mutilate a patient’s genitalia, and in so doing, sacrifice not only the patient’s physical health but also their mental health at the alter of “acceptance.” So sad… so sick.

Why should I believe anything this writer says when his very first sentence is, "This is something I have never told anyone about" and then paragraphs later he states, " I confided it once to my twin sister?" Sorry, but his credibility just went {{{ poof! }}}

Saw an article this morning about a six year old who identifies as the opposite sex. Then he/she started telling us everything his mother had said about it. Again, a mother who hates her child and needs attention desperately so she throws her child to the wolves, so to speak.

Oh give me a break in the 20's

PS I DON"T CARE what you think you are, nor do any of the people I know. Shut up and dress up however you like but if you come for my children YOU will have a problem.

I understand what the author means. As a little girl the position of feminine and fashionable was taken by my sister who was three years older than me. Looking back on it she was a star and sophisticated for her age. We weren’t terribly close because she was a no-nonsense girl who was academically inclined and cared little about indulging a younger sister. My brother, who was 2 years older than me, was playful and friendly and I hung out with him and his friends and became a tomboy. I climbed trees, played soldier, rode horses and dreamed of becoming a jockey one day. I wanted to be a boy and vowed I would become one as an adult when I assumed there was a choice. Whenever possible, I dressed in jeans and flannel shirts and I always wore my hair in a pixie. No one made a big deal of it. When I was 10, my grandparents took me on a trip to Kentucky and at Keeneland racetrack (where I met Bill Hartack) I remember walking past two old men and one was saying, “That’s a girl!” and his friend said, “No! That’s a boy!”. I was mortified. That evening my grandmother took me out and bought me new, more feminine clothes. Within a year I had an excruciating crush on a boy in my class and did all I could to look ravishing and, looking back, at 11 I probably only managed to look hilarious. As the years went by I had more crushes, loved high heeled shoes and fussed over my hair, clothes and makeup. I married and have two wonderful children. In any case I also look back on my parents. No adults ever messed with my brother, sister or me. Now I realize that my father put on a fierce face to the world and no one would have dared mess with any of us because they knew he wouldn’t be afraid to deal with them. If any teachers had dared talk to me privately about sex they would have had to deal with him and today, with so many fatherless homes, kids are prey. On top of that, without a fathers stabilizing influence too many kids have to guess at what’s normal.

Confiding in a twin is pretty much like talking to yourself. I don’t count that as a lie. This article was very good and I’m glad it was posted.