How disconcerting it was, when mother would tell me that I was too quiet and sensitive for a boy.How
How disconcerting it was, when mother would tell me that I was too quiet and sensitive for a boy.How she would warn me, that if I kept on being more like a girl, when puberty finally came, that I would grow in the same manner as all the girls, and that all my friends would find out that I was a fairy.How I was instilled with such a fear for the future, believing that at some time in the future I would grow into a woman. Even worse, knowing deep down that I was such a fairy, that I would like it! Likely I’d even have a boyfriend!The horror! -- source link