I realize I am coming late to the conversation, but as a parent of a cross dressing boy who loves to pretend he's a girl just as much as he loves to play with rockets, the NPR story totally pinged me. The mom saying so plaintively "He still really struggles around pink." So let him have his pink! WTF is wrong with people?!? And as for the other kid, MAYBE he's transgendered, but maybe he's just a little boy who likes dolls and dresses. Why make him choose at age 6 between having those things and being a boy?
Okay so Sunday Isaac wore a dress for pretty much the whole day. Wore it to the store and everything. He and his sister were playing that she was a friend of theirs, Sophie, and he was Frances. If at that moment I had asked him if he was a boy or a girl, his answer would have been girl. My attitude is he has his whole life to be a boy, why force the issue right now?
MAYBE he's transgendered, but maybe he's just a little boy who likes dolls and dresses. Why make him choose at age 6 between having those things and being a boy?
Exactly. Honestly, until you start talking about puberty and hormones, nothing is irreversible. Let the kid do whatever, they'll change their mind or they won't.
I played with my brother's toys and dressed up as Darth Vader for Halloween all the time. So glad Mom didn't have a gender panic over it!(My dad actually might have...he's constantly hitting both Bro and me with "So, uh, if there is any thing you want to tell me...")
In my case, he might get partial credit, but actually I think we are both gun-shy as hell, plus being Introvert Spawn, we don't have, you know,mad game to spread around.
Thing 1 - Lilybean - still bringing lethal levels of cuteness!
Thing 2 - vw's kindergartener - awesome wee bundle of nefariousness!
Thing 3 - Mmmm, Mexican cupcakes for the win! Might try a variation on that theme for the chocolate cheesecake I'm planning to make for tomorrow - chocolate and cinnamon and a little chili and cumin...hmm... or maybe I need to make on like that for
me,
and then make a mocha one for the party? Hmm....
Thing 4 - if you spend half an hour at work crying in the loo after a meeting with your boss, no matter how hard you try to rectify the matter with application of cold damp towels to your bloodshot eyes or Jamie McCallum on your iPod or pictures of outrageously cute Buffistinies, you will still not fool a couple of dozen six year olds when they come in from lunch. "I hurt my eyes" seems to be more or less convincing them, accompanied by a firm tone of voice.
Fuck. Stupid overemotional idiot girl.
Fay fay fay! Why are you crying for an hour in the loo instead of having a yummy lunch?? Anything we can do or say?
Edit: A meeting with your boss?? Uh oh...
My attitude is he has his whole life to be a boy, why force the issue right now?
Burrell, I just want to say how much I admire you as a mom. I wish more people thought the way you do.
Oh Fay! Poor sweet girl! Lots of hugs to you. And porn to make you cheery.
A meeting with your boss?? Uh oh...
No, really, it was fine. I mean, she asked me when we could talk first thing & arranged for lunch, and when I pressed her for some inkling of what it was about she just said 'you're not in trouble, don't worry - but we just need to have a talk. Several people have approached me about something. But don't worry...' so I spent the whole morning freaking out.
Apparently she's had 4 or 5 people come to her since Songkran (that's in the past month or so) saying that I've snapped at them, and they like me but they just don't know what to expect now from me because lately I've been all snappy, and blahblahblah psychobitchcakes. I mean, she was very nice about it, but I was gobsmacked. And she said that
she
thought it was me being defensive about things rather than being pissy, most likely - I mean, she was very nice.
But I still don't know what to do about it. Because I didn't know who or when or what or anything, and I haven't been
conscious
of being a psycho bitch.
t TMI
The only thing I could think of - although I rather flinch from playing the menstruation card, because it seems like such a cop out - but these past 2 months I'm
finally
seeming to be back on a normal menstual cycle (please god) for the first time in years. And maybe I
have
been flipping out like a mammal and not even realised it. I don't know. But I just felt rotten, rotten, rotten - and I'm too bloody emotional/thinskinned at the best of times, and once I've started being weepy I find it tremendously hard to stop. Ack. So - still crap and weepy. And sort of feeling like never going back to the staffroom again, you know?
I mean, the only thing is to just try REALLY BLOODY HARD to be polite and patient all the time, isn't it? But I mostly feel like hibernating. Except one still sees people for meetings and worky things, and then maybe they'll be
more
likely to think I'm a psycho bitch, because I won't have any social currency in the bank.
God.
I'm just not very good with humans, I think.
But she was very nice about it, and wasn't telling me off - just wanted me to know, so that I could think about it and see how I could fix it, because she felt I was most likely being misunderstood & would probably want to know.
And I'm very glad that I wasn't being bollocked for any of the mountain of things that I'd come up with as being bollock-worthy, you know? That's good. But - ack.
Oh, gaaaah, Fay. What a way to make you paranoid and MORE snappy! Eeesh.
Good luck having everyone perceive you as the adorable sweetie pie we know you are. Bless!
I was compensating for doing too much by drinking too much caffeine which is a good recipe for an anxiety attack.
Eee. I did that last week. I know not to, and yet some days it feels like I can't avoid it.
It can be really hard to avoid doing it, especially when we're moving and there is just so much to do.
Hil, the cupcakes sound yummy. I hope your co-workers appreciate them.
{{{{{Fay}}}}
And I'm very glad that I wasn't being bollocked for any of the mountain of things that I'd come up with as being bollock-worthy, you know? That's good. But - ack.
Ouch, Fay, that's tough. And that period of totting up everything you've done wrong in the last forever is the worst.
