Part Thirteen Gender Dysphoria (GD)
In the last session I tried to set the scene probably wrongly about how GD is described and how the world sees it, I know it was probably heavy and boring for that I am sorry.
Now I go down the rabbit hole, should I have taken the Red pill or the Blue (Matrix) some of you will say yes that this makes sense, some will not. It is very deeply personal, I have struggled to tell you, in some parts I nearly didn’t, the session made me look inside myself, it was very emotional, I will admit some parts of it I could not hold my emotions back.
C: Again, Ian if any of this gets difficult, we can stop because I will be asking you very deep personal question, these questions will help you form a basis of what and who you are..
C: In one of our earlier sessions, you said that you went through puberty very late in life, can you remember anything before that event. M: what do you mean C: What was it like at school, you mentioned that you were bullied, and the changing rooms were difficult, can you expand on that time of your life. for example, how were you treated and by who, how did it effect you mentally.
M: I had a difficult upbringing by parents who to honest were really clueless, my parents were married in October 1953, and I appeared in January 1955, I said before I believe that it was oops moment, I am pregnant, they were married for 6 months then she was pregnant, suppose there is nothing wrong with that, but you don’t know my parents.
When I was born, for nearly 72 hours they did not know what sex I was, I never really got to the bottom of that, though today I know what was wrong, my penis was inverted and not fully formed. As I said within the first year, they had to carry out an emergency circumcision, along with everything else left me with a messed-up penis. I never really understood until I went to senior school aged 11,.
C: Ok that’s fine, let’s go to point where you say never understood until senior school, what made you realise that.
M: I was so naïve and innocent I did not know about life, it was probably when I was 12 in year 2 did it first start, I remember being called sissy, queer boy, (in those days the word gay was happy not as it is used today). Today I understood, I was very effeminate in my appearance and a little on the plump side, also I had small boobs because my body was fighting, my hormones were out of order which then led to ridicule and that is probably the start of my abuse.
C: You said you looked effeminate, what do you mean.
M: Well from photographs I looked girly with long eye lashes and eyebrows that looked female as my mother said one day, we were looking at photos, I was 21 and home on leave and there were family relations there. You looked a nice, sweet boy, I had to excuse myself and get some air.
I was 13 it started, I was forced to wear some of my mother’s clothes and perform sex acts, it was vile and sickening, when I passed a certain house where one of my abusers lived, I was made to go inside. I was forced to wear his older sisters clothing, including bras and knickers then carry out sex acts. Once I refused, I was battered, when I got home my mother asked what happened, Oh I had another fight, nothing was done about it, I was ashamed and could not turn to anyone for help.
One of the many episodes really messed me up, it was school holidays and I loved the outdoors, I was in our local park one day just roaming through the woods when I came across two of my abusers, I was petrified, they made me strip and do things to them, fortunately something spooked them and off they went, I just sat there sobbing, at that point I was close to ending it all.
I have stop there, even now it hard to tell you this.