Transgender Second Grader

[xoxoxoBruce]

So you deny, that a male dressing as a female is going to at least have a rough road, even if he doesn't run afoul of the law?

[Sheldonrs]

Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

So you deny, that a male dressing as a female is going to at least have a rough road, even if he doesn't run afoul of the law?

Of course it will be a rough road. It's rough for anyone perceived as "different". But a rough road is always better than the wrong road.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Then why not make him what he and his parents claim him to actually be?

[shina]

At this point, all I see is the report yesterday on CNN of the boy who was killed for being gay and open about it. The object of his affections obviously didn't care too much for that.

I know a young man, age 15, who is very articulate, handsome and brilliant. He is gay. He wears makeup, his hair is spiked yet stylish. Although he and his parents have not openly acknowledged his sexual orientation, things are quite clear. The fear that these families and children live in is a very real thing. You're right. It is going to be a rough road. And these kids are good kids. They just live life a little differently then the majority of the population. Let's hope for peace of mind for the family at whatever road they may choose.

[Sheldonrs]

Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce

Then why not make him what he and his parents claim him to actually be?

I don't know all the technical aspects of it but I'm assuming the surgery has to wait until the body is matured. Also, I think the law requires it but I'm not sure.

[DanaC]

I can just imagine the uproar if this child was allowed to have gender reassignment surgery at this age. Also, there is always the possibility that he will change his mind over time. That doesn't however mean that he isn't right now. Just that you have to allow for the possibility given his youth. There's also a strong possibility that he won't change his mind and will opt for gender reassignment later in his life.

[Aliantha]

If a kid is willing to put up with the amount of teasing he's likely to get for wearing a dress to school, you would have to say that he's fairly certain of what he wants. I mean seriously, we all tried to go against peer pressure at some time in our school lives, but unless it was something really important, don't most kids end up taking the easy road anyway?

[xoxoxoBruce]

OK, reading this article, along with Sheldon's reasoning, has made me rethink my position.

That said, I'm still skeptical that a second grader is prepared to make this determination? So maybe instead of kicking him in the ass, we can just beat him a little.

[monster]

This story airs on Nightline tonight.

Commence Microsoft Internet Explorer Jokes now......

Maybe the 2nd grader will get bullied some. And maybe he'll change back again. And maybe he won't marry someone and have kids before he decides to be true to himself and gives them something to be bullied about.

Kudos for admitting the rethink, though.

[Clodfobble]

Broken link.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Sorry, it works for me.... maybe because I have a LA Times cookie.

During my 23 years with The Times' sports department, I have held a wide variety of roles and titles. Tennis writer. Angels beat reporter. Olympics writer. Essayist. Sports media critic. NFL columnist. Recent keeper of the Morning Briefing flame.

Today I leave for a few weeks' vacation, and when I return, I will come back in yet another incarnation.

As Christine.

I am a transsexual sportswriter. It has taken more than 40 years, a million tears and hundreds of hours of soul-wrenching therapy for me to work up the courage to type those words. I realize many readers and colleagues and friends will be shocked to read them.

That's OK. I understand that I am not the only one in transition as I move from Mike to Christine. Everyone who knows me and my work will be transitioning as well. That will take time. And that's all right. To borrow a piece of well-worn sports parlance, we will take it one day at a time.

Transsexualism is a complicated and widely misunderstood medical condition. It is a natural occurrence — unusual, no question, but natural.

Recent studies have shown that such physiological factors as genetics and hormonal fluctuations during pregnancy can significantly affect how our brains are "wired" at birth.

As extensive therapy and testing have confirmed, my brain was wired female.

A transgender friend provided the best and simplest explanation I have heard: We are born with this, we fight it as long as we can, and in the end it wins.

I gave it as good a fight as I possibly could. I went more than 40 hard rounds with it. Eventually, though, you realize you are only fighting yourself and your happiness and your mental health — a no-win situation any way you look at it.

When you reach the point when one gender causes heartache and unbearable discomfort, and the other brings more joy and fulfillment than you ever imagined possible, it shouldn't take two tons of bricks to fall in order to know what to do.

It didn't with me.

With me, all it took was 1.99 tons.

For more years than I care to count, I was scared to death over the prospect of writing a story such as this one. It was the most frightening of all the towering mountains of fear I somehow had to confront and struggle to scale.

How do you go about sharing your most important truth, one you spent a lifetime trying to keep deeply buried, to a world that has grown familiar and comfortable with your façade?

To a world whose knowledge of transsexuals usually begins and ends with Jerry Springer's exploitation circus?

Painfully and reluctantly, I began the coming-out process a few months ago. To my everlasting amazement, friends and colleagues almost universally have been supportive and encouraging, often breaking the tension with good-natured doses of humor.

When I told my boss Randy Harvey, he leaned back in his chair, looked through his office window to scan the newsroom and mused, "Well, no one can ever say we don't have diversity on this staff."

When I told Robert, the soccer-loving lad from Wales who cuts my hair, why I wanted to start growing my hair out, he had to take a seat, blink hard a few times and ask, "Does this mean you don't like football anymore, Mike?"

No, I had to assure him, I still love soccer. I will continue to watch it. I hope to continue to coach it.

My days of playing in men's over-30 rec leagues, however, could be numbered.

When I told Eric, who has played sweeper behind my plodding stopper for more than a decade, he brightly suggested, "Well, you're still good for co-ed!"

I broke the news to Tim by beginning, "Are you familiar with the movie 'Transamerica'?" Tim nodded. "Well, welcome to my life," I said.

Tim seemed more perplexed than most as I nervously launched into my story.

Finally, he had to explain, "I thought you said 'Trainspotting.' I thought you were going to tell me you're a heroin addict."

People have asked if transitioning will affect my writing. And if so, how?

All I can say at this point is that I am now happier, more focused and more energized when I sit behind a keyboard. The wicked writer's block that used to reach up and torture me at some of the worst possible times imaginable has disappeared.

My therapist says this is what happens when a transsexual finally "integrates" and the ever-present white noise in the background dissipates.

That should come as good news to my editors: far fewer blown deadlines.

So now we all will take a short break between bylines. "Mike Penner" is out, "Christine Daniels" soon will be taking its place.

From here, it feels like a big improvement. I hope with time you will agree.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

[Clodfobble]

No no, not your link Bruce, monster's "this story" link.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Oh yeah, of course.... silly me.

[monster]

That's because I'm a dickhead and either deleted or failed to copy the link properly and must have been confused by my already open window on the story when I "checked" it.

This story aired on Nightline last night. Or so I believe. I was in bed by then. Wiped out.

[monster]

OK. Now it works. Srsly.