Thanks Milady for the explanation. It is nice to see an honest answer with clear qualifiers for a change.
From an early age I wanted to wear dresses and look attractive.
Opposite here I abhorred that expectation, got grounded multiple times for dirtying dresses and eventually my parents gave up on feminizing me through clothing.
I also didn't enjoy typical boys' activities like football and games of rough and tumble.
I didn't play with baby dolls, they ended up being donated in unused perfect condition. I preferred my army action figures and steel army jeep - I climbed trees, read books, played the piano and cello, loved doing math problems for fun - and enjoyed playing sports (my Grandma always called me her special girl because as she said I "broke the mold").
I also got bullied a lot at school, mostly because I hated the idea of violence and was unable to defend myself. I also got upset very easily which didn't help the situation.
I get that, I was bullied for showing an affinity for girls and for being overly protective/supportive of my classmates (due to being forced into a support role at 8yrs old because I was a girl and considered mature enough to handle care duties.) To this day my dad calls and lectures me about taking care of my brother and how he is my responsibility (he's 39yrs old) and I am expected by my brother and my family (as well as DH's family but not DH thankfully) to drop everything when a parent is ill, to walk away from my career to care for others while the men get to go about their business.
Growing older, I realised it was OK for girls to be this way, but somehow shameful and wrong for boys.
That's odd I was taught to 'walk it off' about everything, tears were only allowed if you were bleeding or had a broken bone. But my brother is super emotional and to this day cries openly and quickly if his feelings are hurt (same with my dad) and I find it endearing as do most people that encounter their sensitivity. Because my brother is the 'baby' he got away with emotional outbursts as a tool of manipulation whereas I would never had dared go there. I still feel an odd twinge every time I start to cry even when it is justified.
I ended up badly envying girls and women for what I saw as a pampered and privileged position where females are expected to be emotional and passive whereas males have to be tough and competitive.
Neither of my Grandmas were emotional (they couldn't afford it) and neither is my mom but the men in my life are all quite emotional. What I witnessed was the actual privilege of boyhood/manhood in the USA (standard) - they were waited on hand and foot, could hang out topless, could get dirty and a woman would come along to clean up them and their messes, and were treated with a level of reverence and respect while the girls/women were very much in forced/expected servitude based on their sex and enforced by gender stereotypes. I was taught to be somewhat passive and it took years to work my way out of questioning my lack of passivity.
Then I started getting a lot of emotional comfort from imagining myself as a female and, eventually wearing female clothing.
I went a similar route until I grew up and acknowledged material reality and that I am not masculine or male. I just have a personality more closely mirroring stereotypical boy/man traits (assertive, competitive, ambitious, confident) as opposed to the gender imposed upon me (passive, emotional, self-conscious, content).
Cutting a long story short, I buried these feelings for many years and tried to get on with being a "man".
I'm sorry that society is awful to those outside of the box and have a deep understanding of the implications... but I am not a man. I am a woman because of my body, my vehicle... by how I experience the world due to that biology.
Unfortunately the deep sense of unfairness about being forced into a certain social role because of my biology
Welcome to the 'gender stereotypes suck' club
I also became something of a misogynist; perceiving women as a group already enjoying a lot of privilege relative to men but nonetheless demanding even more
Wow talk about male-centric perspective... this is a very MRA POV. Female privilege? Tell me where that happens so I can go experience it (wait, not on this planet? bingo!).
I was envious of the female gender role because, psychologically, I'm a much better fit to it than the male role.
But I thought you hated the gender stereotypes imposed upon you as a male? Again, my brother and father are more closely aligned with your perspective of female than I and they are both hereto males. I on the other hand am a female and see your perspective as a grouping of stereotypes that don't describe me in any way or form. But you think like me? Act like me? I mean if that is what makes you a woman and you go about everything as I do (at least on paper without biology considered) we would appear to be men as per the gender lens.
Yes, this does involve stereotypes to some degree, but I don't think this invalidates these feelings.
I'm sorry but it does completely on every level invalidate your claim to womanhood from every angle (as per me - a female woman) but it does afford you transwomanhood.
And yes, I do think it "makes me a woman" because I believe a person's mind matters more than their body in determining what kind of person they are allowed to be.
Whoa whoa whoa... whew! So... explain to me how my endometriosis doesn't impact what kind of person I am allowed to be? Who you are is your personality not your sex. My body does not define me but in describing my body and its function I am female... it has nothing to do with who I am beyond the trappings of my biology.
Sorry about the lengthy response - I am trying to help you see my perspective as a woman and that you and I are very different. I am an adult human female that rejects gender: woman; you are an adult human male that embraces feminine gender: transwoman. Pushing the idea that you are the same as women is overt appropriation of our female sex class and it has material consequences for human females (medical, law, education, etc). Facts, nothing more nothing less. Not intended to be an insult - it is merely the pragmatic truth.