Growing up …

My son is very much in touch with his feminine side, with an older sister. When watching the TV ads, we heard him say “I can have that when I’m a girl”. I love the idea that you start off a boy and then grow into a girl, his older sibling is a girl, so of course he believes that will eventually happen to him.

I used to think when I was younger that as you grow up suddenly a switch is flicked and you become a mature adult with grown up thoughts. Life would be so much easier this way.

Thing is I am still waiting for that switch to be flicked and constantly have to cajole my mind to be grown-up – realistically I was grown up by the age of 17 – the rest is just experience and hard knocks.

I have tried not to become affected over the years, as some can be, of trying to be someone you are not. I dont give a jot about social status, what car I drive, what house we live in and who our friends are – people who care too much about these things aren’t being true to themselves. 

For a girl I probably have a bit too much testosterone in my body (apparently testosterone levels are abnormal in a woman if your 2nd toe is slightly taller than your big toe – mine certainly is. I was once described as an oddball, which I like because I take pride in oddness and admire it in other people (providing the odd is natural as opposed to under the influence).

What I gave discovered growing up Is that there is no such thing as a ‘normal person’, just people attempting to slot into whichever box they feel comfortable in.

I’m sure there us a box for me somewhere, I just haven’t found it yet.

This blog is for UNICEF.

Thanks for reading. 


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