I know this. I am fine with it for the most part. A. wanted to be a boy and for us to call her all kinds of boy names. She even got mad if a stranger said,"What a nice little girl you are."
She would respond," I AM A BOY!" I didn't rush her into therapy, I did however contact PFLAG and ask how young you had to be to join. A. also thought she was a mermaid and all kinds of crazy crap. I never stopped her. I never made her wear dresses or cutesy clothes. I left it alone. Oh, I bitched about what a weirdo she was don't get me wrong, but I was a good social worker and let her work it out.
C. is now being a freak. However, I have to intercede. I didn't say anything when he started bringing the Hello Kitty suitcase to school. I did not say anything when he wanted to wear his clothes backwards and would only respond to Thomas the Tank Engine. I have found that I now have to draw the line. C. came down the stairs today with no pants or underwear on. He was smiling from ear to ear. (I was so afraid)
"Mom, I'm Scrappy Doo."
"Okay. Where are your pants?"
"Scrappy Doo doesn't have pants."
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