Stitched the you know what...
I finally got around to stitching shut Frankie's sock falsies that he has had for so long. They are made out of socks, some sort of grain, and were tied shut with a knot. Now they are stitched neatly across.
I gave them to him and he decided to practice juggling with them.
There's just something wrong about that.
Maybe some of Frankie's conviction that he wanted to present as a girl was a form of rebellion, (unconsciously) calculated to enrage his previous caregivers? Or something that he only wanted as long as it was truly unattainable? It sounds like now that he has the opportunity to explore this option in safety, he's just not that interested with the reality of it. Although, of course, I suppose this could change in a heartbeat! :-)
ReplyDeleteHee hee If I could tell stories that makes this sound so normal. LOL
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