“It’s just a boy mind in a girl body”

Via MeFi, the touching story of a four year old girl who was sure he was actually a four year old boy and whose parents were sensible enough to believe him:

They took Kathryn to a psychologist outside of Philadelphia who specializes in treating the transgendered. Michele Angello confirmed what Jean had long suspected: Kathryn had gender dysphoria. She recommended that Kathryn be allowed to live as a boy, a prospect that filled Stephen with dread but his 4-year-old with elation.

Kathryn wanted to be called “he” right away. And Kathryn wanted to be called Talon, then Isaac, but finally settled on a permanent boy’s name in the fall. (The Post is using Tyler, the name his parents say they would have given him if he’d been born a boy.)

“When we finally let Tyler shop in the boys’ clothing department, it was like the skies opened up,” Jean said.

They switched to saying he/him/his and stopped using the name “Kathryn” at home.

It was a huge upheaval, a change Jean and Stephen had to remind themselves of every day. Then came the next challenge: telling family, friends, teachers and other parents that their daughter had become their son.

Spoiler: their family, friends and wider environment reacted admirably to this change.

Progress is made from stories like this; it wasn’t too long ago that the only newspaper articles you saw about transgendered/genderqueer people were about their horrific murders. In the last decade there seems to have been a decided swing towards acceptance of transgendered and genderqueer people, though of course they’re still some way away from even having the same sort of acceptance as gay people have now. Nevertheless, real progress has been made and one of my pet theories (it could be bunnies) is that the continuing struggle for gay marriage has something to do with this wider acceptance, in that it has kept both queer people and the idea that actually, you know, they’re rather normal people and not horrible horrible freaks leading a deviant lifestyle in front of the public consciousness. Only a committed bigot could’ve seen those pictures of happy gay and lesbian couples getting married and not felt some sympathy.

But while transgendered people are finally getting some acceptance, the idea of transgendered children is still strange for many people. Our gut instincts tell us that four year old children can’t possibly understand gender dysmorphia or being transgender, that “indulging” children in changing their gender is a bad idea, especially when such scary terms as “puberty blockers”, drugs to delay the onset of puberty to make it easier to undergo the full physical transition towards a new gender, are thrown about. That we really feel is wrong; and by we, I mean I and this squirrel in my pocket.

We’re wrong though; in the Metafilter discussion one commenter linked to this scientific study on “clinical management of gender identity disorder in adolescents”. This argues and provides some proof that yes, it is worthwhile to get younger children and adolescents to start transitioning, to put them on puberty suppressing drugs rather than start transitioning when legally and physically adults, as transitioning this way is much more likely to be successful in the short and long term both:

It is conceivable that lowering the age limit increases the incidence of ‘false positives’. However, it most certainly results in high percentages of individuals who more easily pass into the opposite gender role than when treatment commenced well after the development of secondary characteristics. This implies an improvement in the quality of life in these individuals, but may also result in a lower incidence of transsexuals with postoperative regrets or poor postoperative functioning. Clinically, it is known that some patients who were treated in adulthood regret SR because they have never been able to function inconspicuously in the opposite gender role. This holds especially for MFs, because beard growth and voice breaking give so many of them a never disappearing masculine appearance. But, since the number of ‘false positives’ should be kept as small as possible, the diagnostic procedure should be carried out with great care. Until now, no patients who started treatment before 18 years have regretted their choice for SR.

In situations like this we are inclined to treat the probability of a “false positive”, somebody who starts transition when “not really” transgendered as much greater and much more serious than the damages that are done or might be done by not allowing somebody to transition or to transition too late. We worry too much about “man bites dog” to see that “dog bites man” is much more common.

Floppies

a whole bunch of comics

A while back I spent the weekend at my parents and I took the opportunity to pick some of the several thousands individual comics –floppies– I still have stashed away there. It’s been well over a decade since I last bought a new comic in this format, back when I was still a serious collector. Back then I was all about the floppies, buying everything that looked interesting and cheap, but not having been a comics collector for the better part of the last decade has cured me off that. The big disadvantage of the classic comic being that they’re relatively hard to store and, well, look a bit naff when left out in your living room.

It was Tom Spurgeon’s recent post about which comics you read during the eighties and which you regretted missing out on that got me thinking about floppies again. I started seriously buying comics at the tail end of the eighties, spending much of the nineties combing through back issue boxes looking for interesting series I’d read about. That was really the only way you could get your hands on many classic series back then; the internet was too slow for pirating comics, while the great reprint programmes only got started at the turn of the millennium. Even quite recent Marvel or DC stories and titles were only to be had in back issue form, let alone series done by now defunct publishers.

The end result was that I built up a collection full of holes and odds and sods, a couple of issues here or there of series I saw advertised in Comics Interview, half a run of something praised in Amazing Comics, loads of comics that looked familiar and were cheap enough to take a chance at, but very rarely complete runs. Spelunking through comics boxes at shows or obscure comics shop was fun, but readers never had it so good as now, when so much is available at the click of a mouse at Amazon (other online retailers are also available).

The appeal of buying single issues as opposed to trade paperbacks or collections has long faded, but getting these comics out has gotten me a bit nostalgic nonetheless. With floppies you have so much more of a connection to comics as a wider field, through house ads, letter pages and editorials, not to mention having that weekly Thursday evening ritual of trekking to the local comic shop and picking up the latest issues. You don’t really have that buying a Peanuts collection from a bookstore.

(Pictured above, complete runs of, clockwise from the top: Hawk and Dove, Barbara & Karl Kesel, Greg Guler, War of the Gods, George Perez and Russell Braun, the Perez/Ralph Macchio Black Widow four parter from Marvel Fanfare, Kurt Busiek’s and Perez (notice a pattern?) run on The Avengers, followed by the Perez drawn crossover series Infinity Gauntlet (with Jim Starlin) and Crisis on Infinite Earths (Marv Wolfman), Elaine Lee and Kaluta’s Starstruck, Steve Gerber and Phil Winslade’s Nevada, Strikeforce Morituri, the first 20 issues by Peter B. Gilis and Brent Anderson, the Goodwin/Simonson Manhunter, Howard Chaykin’s Black Kiss and finally perhaps Mark Gruenwald’s finest hour on Captain America, #357 to 370, with Kieron Dwyer and Ron Lim. )

Jo Walton wins the Nebula!

The 2011 Nebula Awards were awarded last night and the deserved winner in the novel category is an old friend of mine — Jo Walton:

Novel Winner: Among Others, Jo Walton (Tor)

Other Nominees

  • Embassytown, China Miéville (Macmillan UK; Del Rey; Subterranean Press)
  • Firebird, Jack McDevitt (Ace Books)
  • God’s War, Kameron Hurley (Night Shade Books)
  • Mechanique: A Tale of the Circus Tresaulti, Genevieve Valentine (Prime Books)
  • The Kingdom of Gods, N.K. Jemisin (Orbit US; Orbit UK)

Unlike this year’s Hugo Awards, which were disappointing to say the least, that Nebula shortlist is fairly strong, with only the Jack McDevitt –who has never written anything not bland and workmanlike– out of place. It was also nicely diversive, with five out of six nominees being women and at least one person of colour (N. K. Jemisin) on it. In a genre where all too often award shortlists are filled with legacy white male candidates, more voted for due to their name than their books, this is a good thing.

Among Others was one of the best novels I read last year and I’m glad it got the recognition it deserved.

People, not disabilities

Just because somebody’s in a wheelchair and can’t speak is no reason to patronise her, but people do:

I’m not a child. I don’t pinky swear. I don’t do patronizing sing-song voices. I don’t like to be touched by strangers and I don’t like strangers trying to force me to look at their faces, touch them, or promise them anything. And I don’t like being called a shithead for not responding to these things or looking terrified by these things. That goes double if you said shithead in the same light-hearted, patronizing way you would to a cat who just put their teeth on you for petting them too long. So don’t think that “I was just joking” would change my mind.

That this woman might mean well is of course no defense of her actions or her inability to understand that you can’t treat grown ass people like troublesome pets, but I can see how easily genuine concern could slide into patronising or worse. It’s the sort of thing I struggled with during Sandra’s illness, to keep treating her like the adult she was, to not let her illness get in the way of her.

Whither Marvel

Tegan O’Neil ruminates on the Avengers movie and its wider implications for modern America and in passing he mentions the following:

You want to know what I find really depressing these days? The Marvel superheroes used to be figures of the counterculture. I don’t want to press on this point to hard, because it’s easy to lose sight of the fact that Stan Lee pushed the characters as being part of the sixties counterculture when he saw that he could leverage a small but enthusiastic readership of college-aged kids into cultural cache.

Which is something I’ve been thinking about as well. Marvel always used to be, if not a leftist, at least a liberal leaning company. Most of its heroes were always either being distrusted by the proper authorities, or were in active conflict with them in some way or another. In fact, the whole Marvel Universe was founded in an act of rebellion, with the Fantastic Four sneaking off on their ill fated rocket flight against the orders of the military. Then there was the Hulk, in which a scientist working for the military industrial complex gets irradiated by his own weapon and turns into a monster. Not to mention Spider-Man, or the X-Men, both hated and feared by a world they repeatedly saved, etc. etc.

It’s all a far cry from the espionage/black ops/governmental superhero death squads of the modern Marvel Universe, where Captain America is no longer a Roosevelt Democrat turned into the symbol of the American dream, but just another Republican thug. Which is one reason why I no longer read many Marvel comics, as even the good ones are drenched in this fascistoid atmosphere.