So why is it that when a boy wants to play with dolls and wear a dress, he gets a slap and discouraged? My sister was as tomboy as they come. Much to my dispare she was encourage to be "strong" and play with my toys, boy toys.

Could no one see and understand that I could not be this boy? I mean here I was a little bambino with an empty brain, no experience, no knowledge and no real understanding of anything other the this instinctive sense of wanting to survive.

In my understanding, survival has a range of ingredients and one of them has to be HAPPY, surely? So why was I not happy, content and why did I have this instinctive sense of wanting to be like my mother? Oh, I had no reason to fear or hate my father. In my eyes he was the protector, the provider and with him around I felt safe and secure. The problem was seeing myself as a man he had come to be. I had no inclination, no reason, no need and no urge to want to be like him.

If given the free choice of selecting my gender by instinct and not by my genitals, then female would be my choice without on moment of doubt. So while my sister had so much freedom to express herself, I was stuck in this forever feeling of hopelesnes and denied the right to be me.

For why is not to ask, just be what is expected of you ..........