I'll start with 6. I think of gender as a straitjacket that society tries to force people into. Restrictive, punitive and external. I want nothing do with it and the hill I am willing to die on is this one - fighting against enshrining gender identity (and thereby stereotypes) in law and for the sex-based rights of women.
I started publicly objecting to stereotypes before I was nine or ten, because I resented being forced to do a class on sewing/knitting at school. It was mandatory for girls. The boys got to go home early. I hated it.
A few years later we had metalwork/machining classes. The girls had to do boring stuff like drilling the same bloody holes into the same bloody nuts. The boys got to work a forge. I argued the heck out of that one. Especially when the teacher insisted only boys were capable. I didn't stop until I was allowed, too.
I was a nerd before that became trendy. I ran the school chess club, I was in maths club, I was responsible for the pupil library, I was the only girl in the computing club. I didn't care. It was more important for me to do the stuff I was interested in than worry about appearance or fitting in. I was not popular and my best friends were mostly nerdy boys.
I hated playing with dolls and spent my early childhood playing with construction toys, climbing trees and playing football with the neighbourhood boys.
My favourite piece of clothing was a red pair of dungarees with 11 pockets. I had a running away emergency ration pack under my bed for years. I obsessed about the name I would use for myself if I ran away.
I had no interest in makeup, fashion, clothes or a romantic interest in boys. I wore a suit to our youth ceremony. The last time my mother told me off for looking unfeminine was last week. I've been told I have an extreme male brain (which is a nonsense), I'm simply a normal woman with perfectly normal interests and preferences. (If you don't believe in gender that is.)
I wrestled with Sigmund Freud's concept of "penis envy" and rejected it as a patriarchal and mysoginist attempt to devalue my sex before I was a teen. I was acutely aware of being discriminated against and disadvantaged on the basis of my sex though and wanted to break out of the restrictions placed upon me by family and society.
When puberty set in, I hated it. I hated everything about it. It started years of hating and hiding my body. After an attempted rape at around that time, I knew I definitely did not want to grow up to be a woman. If all this stuff about self-id had been around then, I would have asked to transition to get away from all that, especially the sexual attention of men and boys.
My mother would not have let me and I would have made her life a living hell for it.
I only stopped feeling disgusted at my body last year after counselling helped me understand why I felt like that.
So
- No
- Yes, including distress
- 70s, 80s, 90s. It got better after I had kids, because to grow a whole other person inside me was a life changing experience and I couldn't help but feel respect for the power of the female body - my body - to give life.
- No. I grew up in a suck it up buttercup time of place, a society that penalised individualism and in poverty at the bottom third of society. Nobody gave a fuck about girls like me. Apart from my radfem mother. But I didn't understand her until I hit my 30s.
- Yes, and it depends on whether my mother would have got through to me or not. I'd most likely be a detransitioner, because I am stubborn and would have transitioned precisely because my mother objected. I also would have been utterly convincing and convinced I was right.
Oh and I don't believe gender dysphoria is the correct name for this condition. I'd probably call it stereotype distress which can occur together with sex-based body dysmorphia (not catchy, I know, but I feel it's more honest).