Originally Posted by
Kaitlyn Michele
I she didn't have any idea about how anyone could have some kind of internal sense of sex or gender...kind of like a popeye i am what i am type of statement...the idea of what is your perception of your own gender is murky..
This is such an interesting comment. It reminds me of the poem by Christian Morgenstern entitled The Impossible Fact.
Palmstroem, old, an aimless rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
“How,” he says, his life restoring
and with pluck his death ignoring,
“can an accident like this
ever happen? What’s amiss?
“Did the state administration
fail in motor transportation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing driving speed?
“Isn’t there a prohibition,
barring motorized transmission
of the living to the dead?
Was the driver right who speed … ?”
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and it soon is clear as air:
Cars were not permitted there!
And he comes to the conclusion:
That his mishap was illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
It seems your sister had a Palmstroem moment there, which is completely reflective of societies general approach to us.
I experienced and continue to experience very similar things. Today I realized that I could not visualize anymore what I looked like three years ago. My internal self image is, for the first time congruent as well. And all of the dismay and despair through the years has faded away.