[SIZE="2"]Just curious. I’m wondering if this may have a connection, in certain circumstances, to MtF crossdressing, or crossdressing in general, perhaps thrusting us into the world before we’re truly ready and, as a result, leading to emotional issues akin to dislocation...
I met a good friend on this site by way of our mutual premature-ness, something that was only discussed informally at the time. My friend has felt a kind of apart-ness since birth, always out of step with the world that surrounds us, always conscious that she may never catch up. Whether or not “normalcy” is desired or dismissed is open to conjecture, but the idea opened my eyes to the possibility that premature birth may have contributed to my own need to crossdress, at least indirectly. Is something under-developed inside of us, and we seek to redress the balance?
I was born a month premature, and it’s a good thing I was, because the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, trying to strangle me before I made my scheduled appearance. I was a “blue baby,” and I spent a month in an incubator getting fully cooked – to this day my sister relates the tale, and she proudly displays a photo of her holding her little brother, taken the day I finally came home from the hospital. I suppose I could’ve come out of my ordeal with brain damage, but I was very lucky – again, my sister insists that my “odd” personality is the result of premature birth, since I’m definitely NOT like the other boys. I also used to fall, hit my head, and knock myself out a lot as a youth – I feel this may have contributed greatly to the development of my artistic nature (pardon my self-deprecating joke)...
Does being a premie mean anything? I’m rather emotional for a boy, which led to isolation at an early age, although there were other factors. The fact that I exist at all is because of a mistake, or a miracle, depending on how one looks at it. My parents were getting too old to have children, but, BINGO, I came along, and ten years after my last sister was born. I often wonder what would have happened if I had been born a girl, but my father REALLY wanted a boy, a boyish boy of the genus BOY. Being born prematurely added a dramatic twist to the proceedings, and I was seen as something of a miracle baby. I was also the only boy born to a family of five brothers, but they didn’t really get what they hoped (or bargained) for...
Being a premie, I was either in the world too soon, scrambling up a slippery slope, or I was protected too much to do anything normal or meaningful with my life. Left to my own devices, I made my way through the forbidding forest of adults I had parachuted into against my will. I do everything the hard way, which means I came to crossdressing later than most, once again struggling to catch up and be seen as an equal. Does it have something to do with being born prematurely, or just another example of missing the boat, again, or arriving too early, before the boat leaves the dock? I’m getting sea-sick just thinking about the missed opportunities! I was born in June, but it should’ve been July, so I do not subscribe to this Gemini theory of “two sides” to someone’s personality (or gender expression). Your results may vary, but I am very much betwixt and between all the time...
The situation of being born prematurely, and the profound effect it may have had on my life, never really crossed my mind until I came here and met other crossdressers like me. It may have something to do with it, but I’m certainly no expert. I mean, someone had to tell me that I was born prematurely, since I was too young to remember. All I know is this un-knowable condition without a name, let’s call it displacement, leading to spinning in circles, blindfolded, trying to grasp something tangible in an effort to feel complete...
Were you born prematurely, and, if you were, do you ever think about it this way?
PS – Take my advice. Don’t “come out” too soon, OK? [/SIZE]