I had a rough childhood, but not in the way a lot of people think when someone says that. I wasn’t a rough kid. Quite the opposite, I was a timid boy who didn’t do the rough stuff a lot of boys do. It was rough for me because I lived in a highly dysfunctional family with two males who thought that being rough was the same as being a man.
Things weren’t like that for me. I viewed myself as clumsy, awkward, weak, and even effeminate. The two males in my family, my stepfather and my stepbrother, often used the word “sissy” to describe me. In my mind, even though I protested, I believed it to be true. (more…)
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