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Gender re-assignment

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When I was a very young mother, there was another mother living in the same block of flats whose daughter/son had been born with two sets of sexual organs – male and female. They were going to wait till she reached adolescence to see which gender she would favour. And then they could change her, she said, with surgery into the correct gender. This was the first time I’d ever heard of such a thing. I hope she had the best surgery and that her life turned out well.

That was in the 1960’s. We have made such progress now. Many things are so much better. And one of them is our attitude to people.

In our village – oops – town, one of the most respected members of our community is a woman who once was a man. I can remember the sniggers when we first came here many years ago. The whispers. The incomprehension. Previously, he was a cross dresser, but when his wife died, he came out as they say.

It must take real courage.

But the whispers and sniggers have died away. That’s really healthy. Lots of things wouldn’t happen here without her. She has been a treasure. And that’s inspirational.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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