Exactly! It's almost too neat to be true, as it aligns so closely with what we're saying - I could imagine someone responding, "Oh, you're just saying that to make a point"... but it is true. If I think back, of the very few memories from that time that I could perhaps interpret as an evolving awareness of some kind of "gender", a striking proportion are honestly of that nature. Wariness of boys (one smashed my head into a wall at primary). The same friend and I finding a dodgy magazine frozen open in the snow.
I honestly can't place a moment I was aware of anything truly, deeply internal in the sense of a gendered self-perception. I was just me - a girl in the biological sense, in a different body to the boys, and accordingly belonging to a different category or group. I'd describe it as an almost imperceptible process of finding myself in relation to external things - people, objects, values... as opposed to... finding myself. Any innate part just felt like... me!
I'm thinking hard now about how that intersects with my best friends being girls, and the gulf between us and the boys at primary, and that kind of Venn diagram of how I overlapped, or not, with female peers' behaviour and interests.
I felt an affinity with girls that I didn't with the boys, certainly, but my instinct now is that I didn't see that as internal, so much as biological (without the remotest focus on the realities of biology, at least before discussions about periods - rather just a, this is my half of the class, I belong here) - and behavioural (the boys behaving a bit too wildly for me). But is that gender? Because I also punched a bully once (pathetically ineffectually!), and pushed another down stairs (that sounds more brutal than it was - he was vicious). And I hatedhatedhated seeing my friendship group devolve into self-conscious obsessions with make-up around 12, and their bitchiness (anti-feminist, I know, but for whatever reasons, they were - and how!) And I quite explicitly tried to set myself apart from that and refused to succumb to either.
So in some ways I "conformed", and in others I didn't. As now. I never saw it as innate. Just as who I was and how I behaved in relation to larger external groups and patterns.
It is fascinating. If it could be explored in this way, as opposed to imposed as in that survey handed out to little 11-year-olds that I mention upthread, at least. If I imagine being given that survey at that age, and asked, effectively, if I chose to be a girl or a boy... I think it would have messed with my head a bit. Cemented some of these behavioural patterns as more valid than they needed to be. Persuaded me I didn't belong as a girl. Made me really worry a lot more about what, for example, my stoical resistance to using make-up said about me, as opposed to the way I felt about this at the time, which was a (rather worried and self-conscious, yes, but mainly just) proud sense of "I'm me! To hell with that!"
I don't think such a survey would have felt, or been, a remotely positive influence. I think it could even have been quite damaging.
Edited as I think and try to work out what I mean!