HardcoreLadyType
I honestly believe it is a phase...... *I'm interested in your experience, and wonder what I should be doing that will help my DD.
I truly want her to be herself, but this situation is hard.*
Hi HardcoreLadyType.
I agree with you it is hard for everyone going through this kind of thing. Teenage mental health is so fragile, and yet so resilient at the same time. When you're growing up teens have such profound things to say. but they're still children even if they don't believe they are (lol, how many of us as teens believed we were adults - most of us I'd guess!)
I can only ever talk about my experience so my situation may be different to your daughters, but I suspect we share many similarities.
For me, looking back with hindsight, my dysphoria came about because of a number of vectors. Although I was born in the UK it was not the first language I spoke. I was inherently different to all the other little girls. My mum came from a communist country where the political rhetoric was women and men were seen as equally capable at school and work. There was a big focus on academia and learning from my mum and she actively fought against my "pinkification" and "stupidifying" (her words) of females in England. This meant that I had a number of interests that culturally in England were seen as "boy interests". I thought girls were stupid and boring. I had hardly any friends in primary school as I had hardly anything in common with the girls and the boys didn't want to play with "horrible girls" so I was quite lonely. I think a lot of dysphonic teens have quite a lonely school life.
Through secondary school this trend continued. I went to an all girls school which you can imagine was horrible. I was not a cool kid - popular culture went right over my head and people thought I was a werido. I was horribly bullied all through my secondary school and was basically ostracised for being notably different. I had very short hair, was not feminine at all, was more interested in learning stuff than talking about boys, I HATED feminine clothing preferring androgynous baggy jeans and hoodies - all the standard non-conformist stuff. I was incredibly aware of what being a woman was supposed to be. I did not want to be sexy. I did not want to be pregnant. I wanted the same respect boys were given. I was also aware of the objectification of women in media and wanted nothing to do with it, although at the time, as a 13 year old, I didn't have the vocabulary or political theory that I have now to understand my own thoughts.
As I grew older and bits started to grow I felt disgusted. I started my period late - at 16 - and I was devastated when it came. I felt embarrassed by my body, of bits of me being pointed out. My mum talking about me "being a woman now" made me sick, but on the other hand I felt flattered that boys had started me attractive, but on some psychological level it confirmed that women's primary worth in our culture is linked to their bodies. Knowing that really fucks with your head, especially if in yourself worth sits at odds with that - everything seems so inevitable. When I was 17 I had a break down and threatened to cut my womb out with a knife. My mum made an appointment at the GP and the doctor told me to go home and chill out with my friends because otherwise he would section me, and anyway I might want kids later and change my mind.
And that was that. I was so angry at the doctor for years. How are he presume to know me better than I know myself? At the time the internet had just started to be introduced into family homes (it was 1999) and there were no trans "support" networks for teenagers so I had to go home and learn to cope with my disgust and internalised misogyny. It takes a very very long time to analyse your own childhood and the society that forms your opinions of yourself. At the age of 25 I'd come to terms with it. I'm 33 now but
the thought of pregnancy still disgusts me and terrifies me - but I know where that comes from. It's linked to internalising societies value of the perfect female body on myself. I still on some level see the value society places on my body and not my mind or personhood. It still hurts.
Had I had a peer group egging me on 20 years ago, and knowing myself as I do now, I probably would have self harmed even more. At points I was suicidal and it's the only power over my word I felt I had. I'm lucky that the trans thing hadn't kicked off while I was growing up: I'd either be dead, or on hormones with a mutilated body. I'm sure of that.
I'm not sure what to say about your daughter. It's a different world now, but I suspect your right that she is being egged on by the internet/peer group. Teenagers like me so desperately needed to fit in. It's so sad the amount of pressure that teens as peers put onto each other. I think the best thing my mum did was tell me that I was being stupid and there was nothing wrong with me. It hurt, at the time I was convinced she was wrong. She wasn't.
It's a shame that the government as well as so called progressives are hell bent on confirming to people like your daughter that "yes, there is something wrong with you" and making the reassurance of parents far more difficult by calling them "bigots" and "phobic". I'm so proud my mum and the doctor were a phobic bigot. They saved my life and gave me the right kind of attention.
Adults need to remember that teenagers and children have very strong emotions, but emotions also play tricks on us about the reality of our world. Tell your daughter things will get better, and she is perfect the way she is.