![]() ![]() I cried a lot for a while, finding out that I would never become what I feel I was supposed to be. At least I learned the purely physical differences between boys and girls and why I was one and not the other. Mom’s response was usually, “go ask your father.” So, there I was, a 5-year old with a head full of partially-understood terminology (at best!) and a bunch of clinical photography in anatomy and physiology books. So, when I questioned things, Dad’s response was usually to hand me a medical book and tell me to look it up. I’ve 2 brothers and 1 sister, the last of them born 10 years before me. Now, my parents are the stereotypical Boomers, “trapped” in a loveless marriage by dependent children and their own sense of “honor.” Dad was a Medical Corpsman who became a Physician’s Assistant (PA) after retiring, while Mom used to be a Wave (nurse) in the Navy, but became a stay-at-home Mom when she started having children. ![]() But I wasn’t supposed to be a boy! I didn’t like it and hated the feeling of it touching my legs (still do.). I had this thing I peed through that girls didn’t have. ![]()
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