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My mother's told me many a time that I was either two or three when I first declared myself a boy. It was loud and teary and painful, but I was her princess still.

She doesn't think it funny anymore, hasn't for years now. Dad revenge-dumped my sisters & I into gov't custody in '97, so adults =/= parents.🙃

I've been told time and again that my coming out and transition came as a total surprise. I can't even begin to comprehend the mental gymnastics required to ignore the signs. Impressive, really