Susie in her own words.
20 years ago, my life took on a wholly unexpected direction. I was sat watching television with my then four-year-old son. And he said he needed to tell me something. And I said, "Fine, yeah, what is it?" And he turned to me and he said, "Mommy, God's made a mistake, and I should've been a girl." I was terrified, but also, it explained so many things, so many things. But a bit like Monopoly, I jumped straight from fear straight into denial and told Jack that it was fine to be a boy and like girly things, but that didn't make him a girl, and he looked at me, and he dropped his eyes, and he didn't say anything else that day anyway. So what I want to do is walk you through the process that has filled the last 24 years of both my life and my child's life and hopefully explain our journey.
Well, Jack was my first child. I thought I knew what to expect, but really I started to notice that as soon as he got mobile and could express himself, he was gravitating towards things that you would see as stereotypically female. But I wasn't bothered. That didn't, you know, that didn't faze me at all. As far as I was concerned, children should be allowed to play with whatever they want, even if it doesn't fit this norm. And at the childminder's when I went back to work, Jack's favorite outfits were the tutu and Snow White costume. And again, that was fine. But not for Dad. So, Jackie's dad struggled, and he blamed me. His thoughts were that because I allowed the Polly Pocket and the My Little Pony, that I was facilitating and encouraging. And I disagreed. And it caused tensions. What I had come to the conclusion with, over the sort of years until she was about two, was that I had a very sensitive, quite effeminate little boy who was probably gay.
But Jack's dad did not approve of our child's effeminate behavior, and it created such tensions that we ended up in couple's counseling. We went to couple's counseling, and what they said to us as parents that we had to agree, no matter what it was that we agreed upon we had to agree. At that point, Tim decided that I must agree with him, apparently, and then all the "girl toys" or "girly toys" as such were taken away and put away, and Jack was made aware that this was not appropriate. And suddenly, a confident, happy little boy became quite quiet, withdrawn, very clingy, and tearful. I didn't like it, and I didn't think it was right. And really for me, the point at which I really put my foot down was about a few weeks later, I think, and my mom phoned me and said, "What's going on with Jack?" and I said "What do you mean?" She said, "Well, I phoned a couple of days ago to ask what Jack wanted for Christmas, and he took the phone out of the room, and he said, 'Can you buy me Barbie Rapunzel? but can you please hide it because if Mommy and Daddy find it, they're going to take it away'" And I realized that I was shaming my child and their toy choices, and the toy embargo stopped. But I went to my GP because I was lost, and I did not know what to do. And she raised her eyebrows, and she said, "Oh, that's interesting." Which wasn't really very helpful, because I was hoping for some direction. And then, she wasn't the first, and she certainly wouldn't be the last person to tell me that it was a phase - it's quite a long one, by now, wouldn't you say? - and that she would grow out of it. But she didn't. And what happened was she kept reiterating, "I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I'm really a girl."
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