I’m mildly autistic, my brain doesn’t do “categories” well. As a boy approaching puberty I would have intrusive thoughts about being a girl: sometimes just curiosity about “what‘s it like” in the same way a kid might wonder what it’s like to fly or be a tiger, but other times quite a bit more, like “I really wish I was a girl.” I also think I felt the odd comfort that these goofballs call “gender euphoria” in those days, like a time someone saw me from behind and said “excuse me, little miss” before realizing I was a boy. One especially strong thing was when I joined middle school track, the uniform being essentially a tank top and short shorts, kinda like the girls wore in school , but which I could walk around in without anyone knowing how much I was enjoying wearing “girl clothes,” sort of at the track meets. In that time period I would always pick the girl character in video games, and other little things like that.

Luckily, I was born in 1983, not 1993 or much worse, 2003. Those thoughts intruded on my brain for probably 3-4 years, but there was no movement around insisting they meant I was “really” a girl, and as I got to my later teen years I developed into a fully masculine personality. I don’t think I was a girl, I think my brain is a little weird. It still is, in different ways. And that’s fine. I am not a woman. Neither are the unfortunate guys with my same brain oddity, but who were born later and got sucked into a life-destroying movement.

I’m mildly autistic, my brain doesn’t do “categories” well. As a boy approaching puberty I would have intrusive thoughts about being a girl: sometimes just curiosity about “what‘s it like” in the same way a kid might wonder what it’s like to fly or be a tiger, but other times quite a bit more, like “I really wish I was a girl.” I also think I felt the odd comfort that these goofballs call “gender euphoria” in those days, like a time someone saw me from behind and said “excuse me, little miss” before realizing I was a boy. One especially strong thing was when I joined middle school track, the uniform being essentially a tank top and short shorts, kinda like the girls wore in school , but which I could walk around in without anyone knowing how much I was enjoying wearing “girl clothes,” sort of at the track meets. In that time period I would always pick the girl character in video games, and other little things like that.

Luckily, I was born in 1983, not 1993 or much worse, 2003. Those thoughts intruded on my brain for probably 3-4 years, but there was no movement around insisting they meant I was “really” a girl, and as I got to my teen years I developed into a fully masculine personality. I don’t think I was a girl, I think my brain is a little weird. It still is, in different ways. And that’s fine. I am not a woman. Neither are the unfortunate guys with my same brain oddity, but who were born later and got sucked into a life-destroying movement.