Another day, another “news” story teaching us that playing with certain toys or liking certain foods means a toddler or an elementary school child is transgender.
http://thinkprogress.org/lgbt/2015/01/30/3617395/transgender-children-study/
This blogger always pushes back with verve. (Excerpts below from linked righteous rant)
…My parents kept trying to give me dolls and princess sparkly dresses, until eventually they gave up and let me have things I liked. I don’t think they minded that much really. Back in the day the idea I was trans would have never been a thought. They just said resignedly “OK, we have a bit of a tomboy”.
So so far we note that I preferred to play with boys and I didn’t like the toys “cisgender” girls are supposed to like. So I’m male on two counts.
Now food? Food is an issue?
Women like different foods from men? As you’ve seen from my last post, I have issues with food. But my favourite food is gyoza (Japanese dumplings). I also like chicken a lot, especially fried ones (they do brilliant fried chicken in London) and omlet (which I can’t spell but can make).
Are those Boy Foods or Girl Foods? I need to know in case they take my vagina and uterus back when I’m not looking.
More fucking stupidity:
“Olson urged parents to support their children’s gender identity and pointed out that many of the parents in her study started out with negative reactions when their kids asserted that they were a different gender. This led to some serious mental health consequences for their kids, including becoming withdrawn and even self-harm.”
THEY WILL ALL KILL THEMSELVES YOU KNOW
I insisted for a few years I was a boy. Named Pete, in case you wondered. My parents reacted at first with mild amusement and then with frustration. Because it wasn’t true, you see. It was as true as when I was 3 and said “I cat, Mummy” while my mum was trying to wash the dishes.
What happened to me, as Totes Male as I am? I grew up into a fucking lesbian. With, granted, some dodgy fetishes. But a lesbian nonetheless and a woman.
I shudder to think of the courses of treatment I would be put on nowadays and what I would be told I was. To which “gender identity clinic” my worried parents would take me and which puberty blockers I’d be put on until I realised my true identity as a trans man.
“ This process allows the young person to continue to explore and make sense of their identity before committing to a full transition and life as a transgender adult.”
Because that is the obvious end point. Fuck, how sinister is that?
