When I was a little girl I used to climb the trees wearing a skirt. I used to borrow one of my girlish bag to my little male cousin. I used to play football with my older cousin and to play “the family” with one of my younger ones. I used to be free and loved. Just like this marvellous woman who tells her story and makes quite a point about how small are the boxes where we put ourselves and our children.
I have been shying away from highly controversial topics on this blog recently because I just couldn’t take the drama that naturally associates with it. But I keep hearing the story of Ryland, a child who was born a female, whose parents have transitioned her to male at 5 years old. You can see the full story HERE, but in short, because their daughter identified herself as a boy, and liked “boy” things as opposed to “girl” things, they cut off her hair, bought her “boy” clothes, and have begun telling her, and others, that she is a boy.
I have no degree in early childhood development, nor have I studied psychology. I didn’t even graduate from College.
I am also not here to pass judgement on Ryland’s parents. I believe that they are doing what they believe to be the most loving thing for their child. I’m simply sharing my…
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