From the monthly archives:

February 2010

Michael McGough questions the wisdom of supportive parenting in Psychiatrists, ‘Sissies’ and the Schoolyard from the LA Times:

… this connection informs a program at a Washington, D.C., children’s hospital that helps parents accept  their “gender-variant” kids. A brochure for the program advises parents that although most of these boys will be gay, many will “grow up to be masculine and conventional in their appearance.” Meanwhile, the program counsels parents to question “traditional assumptions about social gender roles and sexual orientation.” “The more that society and their peers may be critical of [these children],” it says, “the more important it is for them to have the support and acceptance of their families.”

The question is whether programs like this – or kinder, gentler medical manuals – will prevent other kids from tormenting outcasts with words like “sissy” or  “retard” — or “fatso,” for that matter. Children, unfortunately, are crueler than either parents or psychiatrists.

You know, I’m sure this guy’s heart is in the right place, but I catch in this piece the whiff of the notion that supportive parents are moonbat utopians setting their gender variant kids up for bullying on the schoolyard, when what they need to do is practice some ‘common sense’ and reign in their kid’s identities.

Teach ‘em to hide.

I have to say, I was this guy 10 years ago. And let me tell you how full of shit I was about a subject I knew nothing about.

The DC program and brochure (the CNMC program linked to in my sidebar) that amuse McGough understands that different communities have different levels of tolerance for non-conformity. It understands compromise, safety, dress codes, standards. What supportive parenting aims at is not making sure every GV boy gets a Hello Kitty lunchbox and a pink skirt; it’s trying to attack the root of self-loathing, self-hatred, which leads to highly elevated suicide rates and lives wasted icognito.

Yeah, a kid who hasn’t been taught to hate himself might get beat up, because he hasn’t internalized that he is less human than a normal boy; he might also not end up swinging from the rafters. Of course, that kid might be bullied so badly in either case that he takes his own life. In both cases, isn’t it the bullying that is the actual problem? Not the lunchbox?

Bullying victims, like rape victims, aren’t asking for it.

So I wrote an irate reply, which it seems like someone didn’t like, as it has vanished. So I’m posting this on my own puppet show.

We know what we’re doing Mike. Our kids will pay the consequences when we’re wrong, but you’d be amazed at my kid if you knew him. He’s fearless. Doesn’t wilt at the occasional epithet. Looks cute in the skirt, with the blond streak in his shoulderlength hair.

I saw him once, in second grade, turn on a kid who asked him pointedly why a boy would want to wear a skirt.

“BECAUSE IT’S A FREE COUNTRY, ASSHOLE!”

My son is doing fine in the Schoolyard, Mike. He’s the bravest person I’ve ever known. I like to think our support gave him some of that courage, but who knows.

All I know is, the CNMC pamphlet didn’t hurt him a bit.

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When He Was Very Young

by ejayo on February 23, 2010

How much information is too much information for a child?

All parents struggle with the particulars. When do you tell your kids about the messy reality of birth? The mechanics of sex? Homosexuality? Transgender? Death? War? The Holocaust? Serial killers? 911? The Bomb? Sarah Palin?

If you read the parenting experts, they’ll tell you that frequently when kids ask questions they only need general answers. You don’t need to go into a ton of detail. Their feedback can let you know if you’ve told them as much as they need to know; as much as they can handle. If you’re the type to babble along, filling conversational voids, digging yourself in deeper and deeper, learning how to make a simple statement and wait for a reply can be a challenge.

I’ve had some problems in this area.

Like the time, when Oscar was in first grade, when he demanded a bit more detail on the whole birth story. So I told him, teaching him a few new words in the process. He looked non-plussed. Then I made the Big Mistake.

“You know, not every kid is knows about this stuff, different parents have different rules, and different kids are ready to learn this at different times. So don’t go running down the street screaming ‘babies come out of vaginas! Babies come out of vaginas!’

I don’t need to tell you what happened after that. More than once.

Eventually, we got a good, progressive sex book called It’s So Amazing, which fascinated my younger child when we read it together, and disgusted Oscar, my gender-non-conforming child. (Amusingly, the book features two parenthetical characters who react to the subject matter presented in exactly the same way, for kids to empathize with. It’s a really good book if you’re not a wack-job / hater / fundamentalist.)

You’ll find a lot resources out there for all the common stuff; sex and death and puberty; eating disorders and ADD and Aspergers.

When do you tell your gender non-conforming kid about transgender? About surgery and hormones? About the irrevocable decision at puberty; to block or not to block?

Oscar was finishing Kindergarten, wearing the boyskirt, when at the local coffee shop which I used to haunt, pre-kids, and which I still attempted to hang out in now and then with kids, I saw a male-bodied person going through what I assume was the real life test, though this person could easily have been a cross-dresser. In a very very low key way I pointed him out to Oscar, deciding the breech of etiquette was justified by the teaching opportunity. The guy didn’t pass, having broad shoulders, Adam’s apple, big hands and rugged features.

Outside he asked, “Why would a man wear woman’s clothing?”

Collecting myself I asked. “Why do you like girl stuff?”

So I told him about transgender; the real life test; blocking and surgery, in general terms. He said, “Oh.” I told him there was no hurry, and few people felt this need, and that there were lots of ways to be a boy, and I filled the silence with my babble before grinding to a halt.

And I realized that Oscar lived in the moment, a child, and this story I was telling about this man was just another boring grown up thing that he knew had nothing at all to do with him.

There are kids who have an a-ha moment at this, and start saving money in big mason jars for their GRS. I’m not kidding. Oscar wasn’t one of them. The event, like so many before it, a non-event, for us.

So I don’t know how young is too young; in the end I don’t think it matters, and in the experience of our community no one has ever really regretted their own personal decisions.  As long as you’re sensitive, and speak generally, and respond honestly to questions, provide context, and don’t sweat the details they aren’t asking for and don’t need.

Let them be the kids they are.

They grow up quickly enough.

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Consequences for Bullies

February 22, 2010

If you grew up in the 60s and 70s, you send your kids to school with a vague sense of unease. Sure, Kindergarten looks gentle and fun, but there are those bigger kids barreling through the hallways. If you got to a K-8, the eight graders look ready to go to war or bear children. [...]

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