At the risk of making my life sound like a TV movie of the week, let me just say that my daughter used to be a boy. It is probably more accurate to say that I used to think of my daughter as a boy. I haven't written much about that here because it is really more her story than my own.
She is here now and I sometimes slip and call her by her old boy name or use male pronouns to refer to her. This is frustrating to her because she is just beginning a process of transformation that will make her outsides more congruent with her insides and she needs all the support she can get. I want to be supportive but the whole experience is making me realize how tied I am to the past, even when I don't want be.
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