If we are lucky, we have stories about ourselves as kids. I didn't have a wonderful childhood, but I did not have the worst. I, at least, had parents who needed to think that we were a normal family and that's why I know the story I am going to share.
I was a surprise baby: conceived while my mother had an IUD in, and born just 14 short months after my brother was born.
Yeah...you can do the math. I was not planned.
But, my mother had so recently had a baby, that my birth was fast. I was before the age of ultrasounds, when all sexing of kids happened at the birth. When the doctor held me up to my mother, my umbilical cord was hanging between my lags, and my mother, who is nearsighted, had her glasses off. She exclaimed, "Oh, another boy!" The dr quickly corrected her but this story sticks with me. Through my life, I would present as a boy, sometimes to my pleasure, sometimes to my shame. I think it's funny that one of the main shame-bringers for my presentation was the first person to see it.
"oh! Another Boy!"
"Sorry Ma'am. It's a girl."
I was a surprise baby: conceived while my mother had an IUD in, and born just 14 short months after my brother was born.
Yeah...you can do the math. I was not planned.
But, my mother had so recently had a baby, that my birth was fast. I was before the age of ultrasounds, when all sexing of kids happened at the birth. When the doctor held me up to my mother, my umbilical cord was hanging between my lags, and my mother, who is nearsighted, had her glasses off. She exclaimed, "Oh, another boy!" The dr quickly corrected her but this story sticks with me. Through my life, I would present as a boy, sometimes to my pleasure, sometimes to my shame. I think it's funny that one of the main shame-bringers for my presentation was the first person to see it.
"oh! Another Boy!"
"Sorry Ma'am. It's a girl."
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