The early days as a sissy school gurl

I was that sissy gurl

Physically and Developmentally disabled, trying to find a place in the world with differing ideas about what I should be doing and how people should be helping me as my own folks tried wrapping me in cotton wool and my Headmaster amongst others unwrapping it, having me do everything every other kid did.

I was assigned in school officially as a boy but everybody knew that wasn't really so.

I didn't mind playing football and lots of girls did want to as well but the only way to play as a team and get a kickabout was as a boy which was a bind.

He got me wobbling on a football pitch making me learn about trying to keep up, learning to pick myself up from falling down, try play on to learn resilience, finding the strength to continue.

I really liked Music and Movement including dance but back then people laughed at you or worse for even thinking about going the whole nine yards and wearing a lovely tutu.

That's what I wanted.

I enjoyed being dressed up and women putting make up on me feeling as one with myself.

My headmaster got help for me learning when it hard in an era of little support and with it I came on and learned to speak French.

I found the guts I had to be me.