Psychology_Of_Embarassment

Psychology Of Embarassment Initially, the trouble with my body being the wrong sex was just...troubling. My mother told me stories, before she died, of the difficulties toilet training me, of getting me to deal with plumbing I felt unhappy with. I remember how kindergarten gave me my first taste of the shame I would be indoctrinated with over my life, of ridicule by adults and my peers. Back then, in early childhood, I knew something was wrong, it caused me embarrassment and a little shame, but I always felt that it would work out, if I just hoped and prayed hard enough. From the earliest I felt different, because I was not like those I was supposed to be kin to, boys. I was quiet and gentle and they were rough and loud. I liked to draw and read, to paint and play with stuffed animals making little homes for them and myself, I did not fit in with my supposed peers. I felt outcast even in kindergarten, and I had a difficult time understanding fully just why. Girls would often not include me, which I also did not understand, so the best definition of what it felt like for me to be a transsexual felt, being, mind, life, because, knew, feeling, time, own, feel, am, sex, little, finally, body, things, self, possessed, play, never, best, became, way, wanted, transsexual, surgery, puberty, lived, just, hormones, girls, fit, drive, boys, back, without