When Did You Know?

I think many of us knew there was something unique about us at a very young age.  I never thought there was something ‘wrong’ with me because I wanted to wear pretty dresses growing up, but I knew it wasn’t something everyone did.  I remember being as young as five and wanting to wear lipstick and secretly trying on my mom’s heels when she wasn’t looking.
I saw this article on Buzzfeed and it got me thinking about when I was young.  It wasn’t a term that was around then, but I suppose I would have been called gender variant or gender non-conforming then.  I never thought that clothes had a gender.

From the article:

In October 2015, Nicole buckled in to her mom’s Prius, along with her older brother, mom, dad, and a bag full of her favorite dolls, for a three-hour drive to see a doctor about her new life.

Over the past 18 months, the 9-year-old had grown out her black curly hair from a crew cut to a flouncy bob just below her ears. She had traded in pants and overalls for pink and purple dresses covered in rhinestones. And she had changed her name, ditching the common boys name that now made her cringe to hear.

It had been a challenging time for Nicole’s parents, Kim and Andrew, whose conservative Christian circle of friends in Texas rejected the entire family after seeing the changes in this kid. Nicole was happier than she’d ever been, but the trip ahead still made her anxious. So, trying to calm her nerves, Kim switched on her daughter’s favorite book on tape, Hank the Cowdog, and stopped to get her kolaches, the Czech pastries that Central Texas is known for. Then she gave her an early birthday present: Next year, when she turned 10, they would get her a prized American Girl doll, just as they had for her older sister a decade earlier.

Read the rest here.


5 thoughts on “When Did You Know?

  1. I knew when I was 6 or 7. The neighborhood girls decided to dress me up as a bride, and marry me off. There was rice and everything! I so beside myself with joy… I’ve struggled ever since.

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  2. Many of the ‘experts’ are just plain assumer’s with no proof of their statements.
    Like Jazz I would have known at two as she did. In my case in 1943 my mother brought home my new sister and one day she was diapering her, mom asked me to keep her on the table. Sister being naked, I asked mom on her return after seeing her that way, my reaction was, ‘when do I get one of those.’ Let’s say mom was not too happy to hear that, and whatever she said taught a little three year old kid, that is not a question to ever ask an adult again. In my case I hid it well for seventy years, and then Chloe had to come out. Now a very happy six years as the real me.


  3. Hanna,
    I knew when I was very young. One of my earliest childhood memories is of me walking around in my parents basement wearing my mom’s white pumps she wore on her wedding day. I didn’t feel guilty then. However, I would feel guilty about wearing girls clothes later in life. Now, I still wear women’s clothes when I get the chance, but I no longer feel guilty about it. I went shopping this morning wearing a black skirt and heels and a pink JLow top. Nobody said a word to me or gave me a dirty look. People just don’t care. Thanks for maintaining this blog. It’s good to know there are other Tgirls out there like me.


  4. Hanna,
    I knew when I was very young. One of my earliest childhood memories is of me walking around in my parents’ basement wearing a pair of white high heeled pumps and not feeling guilty about it. I learned later to feel guilty about wearing or wanting to wear girls clothes. Now, decades later, I no longer feel guilty or self conscious about wearing women’s clothes. Just this morning I was in the grocery store wearing a black skirt and black pumps along with a cute pink JLo top. Nobody said a word or gave me any weird looks. I even used the ladies room.
    People just don’t care. Thanks for maintaining this blog. It’s nice to know there are other Tgirls like me out there.



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