🏳️⚧️ A little tale about myself 🏳️⚧️
I always find it interesting when other trans folks describe how "they've always known their true gender" or things like that.
I was more the kind of kid that never had a grasp of gender or gender norms, because in our family that was never anything remotely important.
It wouldn't matter with what kind of toys we played, if the colors or activities we liked where "inside the gender norm". As long as my sister and I where happy, it was all good.
I never had my mother deny me a toy just because "it was for boys/ not for girls", that simply didn't matter.
Only when I started elementary school and the institution started separating by sexes for pe class and such..
It was then that I became incredibly confused, scared and upset.
It was then that people started to judge me for being "a weird kid" because I loved dinosaurs and hated pink and glitter.
It was then that half of my friends suddenly refused to play with me because "girls are stupid".
It was then that I showed the first signs of gender dysphoria, self hatred and became depressed.
Only when trusted adults and institutions started influencing young minds, me being "gender non-conforming" became an issue for my peers and - subsequently - for myself.
.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･».ﾟ°･✧ ↓ DNI ↓ ✧･° ﾟ.«･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.