I can’t really blame my mother for allowing the medical profession to use me as a guinea pig. I strongly believe that my mother, a poor, black, single parent raising eight kids, did the best she could. I believe that she fell for the lies that the doctors told her, that they could “fix” me and make me “normal.” Whatever normal is.
But if I had one wish, this is what I would wish for:
I wish my mother had asked more questions, and done some research on her own. I wish she hadn’t taken the doctors for their word, and I wish she had listened to me when I told her what my desires were. I wish she was told that her child being intersex does not reflect on her as parent. That sometimes children are born different than how we have our hearts set.
Unfortunately, she put all of her trust in the doctors at the University, and prayed they could make her “son” into a male.
Maybe with more knowledge, patience, and understanding, my mother would have had the tools needed to be a great parent.
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