I knew I wanted to be a girl at 3, but I didn’t realize how odd that was until I was 5. And, I didn’t realize the significance to society in my culture of cross dressing and wanting desperately to be a girl until I was in 3rd grade.
The was a bomb threat. The whole class had to stand outside most of the day while dogs looked for the non-existent explosives. We eventually started talking, and one of the boys started to describe what all of the other boys related to, but I didn’t. I had a sudden sinking feeling. I was very much NOT “normal” in a way that mattered a lot to most people. The older I grew, the more apparently the significance of the difference between me and most boys was.