I recall when I was very young, back in the 50’s, being in my mother’s office — she was the assistant head of pathology in a very well respected children’s hospital in Philadelphia, PA — overhearing a conversation between her and one of the surgeons. It was about gender.
Funny (not), isn’t it, how other kids can see your true gender and torment you for it? Those are the same kids that grow into adults who then deny the existence or reality of transgender.
When I was trying to decide if I was transgender (in my 40s) the realization that my bullies could see it in me way back then was a welcome confirmation of what I felt inside.
I read Whipping girl and enjoyed it very much. I was inspired to write some of my own books. My answer to “Birth Sex is the Right Gender” arguments is “Living in Stealth : Undercover”