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I saw this on YouTube, and I know we have some intersex people here, so I'm sharing this link.  I don't know if it's appropriate, but…

 

 

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8 hours ago, Ivy said:

I don't know if it's appropriate, but…

It’s very appropriate, @Ivy! I first saw her on a YouTube Short months ago and since have really enjoyed her perspective on life and how she perceives herself. She has led a very interesting life and isn’t afraid to tell her story. IMHO, she is someone who represents a part of our community that not too many people are educated about or understand. Overall, her videos show someone who is comfortable in who she is and is not suppressing any part of it.

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Interesting video, and I certainly relate to a lot of those early experiences. Especially not developing secondary sex characteristics. I got told the Late Bloomer line multiple times growing up. Thankfully I was able to skip the teenage experience of boys who didn't know what they were doing.  But looking back at those days, my sister definitely knew that there was something different about me.

 

I think I can be grateful that I didn't figure it out until my 30s. With the parents that I had, going to the doctor was bad enough. They might have tried something crazy if I had actually been diagnosed.

 

As it was, my mother repeatedly told me that no decent man would ever marry somebody like me. Because, after all, guys want to marry somebody who has breasts and looks like a woman not a boy. And that if I did find somebody, I had better keep the lights off on the wedding night. I was repeatedly told during my entire teenage years that my uniquely shaped and sized girl parts are shameful.... nothing like building my confidence so I could date successfully! 😆🙄🤮

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Thanks @Ivy,

 

I'm intersex but AMAB. Physically I'm straddling the gender fence inside and out, and my story is quite different in that wide hips and breasts hit me at puberty. 

 

Like awkward, my parents ridiculed me and told me I was deformed. I was taught to hide myself and spent 45 years wearing baggy shirts, bib overalls, vests, and layers to present in boy-mode that I failed miserably in doing. 

 

I have testes but no penis, and what might be a vagina has no depth. Inside I have a uterus and fallopian tubes. I don't want surgery to fix anything, I have accepted myself just the way I am. 

 

Boy-mode ended for me and I present as myself with long hair, makeup, and women's attire. It's who I always was deep down inside. My grandmother knew I was intersex and was raising me as a little girl until my father took over my upbringings. I'm still that little girl grandma was coddling. 💞💃

 

1/1500 children are born under the intersex umbrella, but it's not talked about much because it doesn't fit the political narrative. 

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4 hours ago, Birdie said:

1/1500 children are born under the intersex umbrella, but it's not talked about much because it doesn't fit the political narrative. 

 

It doesn't really fit the narrative of either of the major parties.  And I think its also hard to talk about because of that 1/1500, intersex presents in so many different ways.  Like ordering a Whopper at Burger King, I guess?  Except that we seem to get it every which way but OUR way. 🤔

 

At least for me, I guess it wasn't a bad thing that I wasn't able to date early on.  That uncertainty kept me available to meet my GF and be brought into my forever family.  If my story hadn't started out weird, I wouldn't have discovered the fun part.  😏

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1 hour ago, awkward-yet-sweet said:

Like ordering a Whopper at Burger King

Yeah, my parents ordered a Whopper and received a chicken sandwich. 😂

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