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Dealing with boys - A log 3 Jack is now 11 and Finley 7. Jack has been bullied at school for being too feminine. It has set him back a long way in his development, and he has rejected anything girly for a while. But I have tried to slowly build him back up. After watching the Disney on ice show, he has started figure skating and has been included in the girls' group at the skating rink. Jack's skating friends think he is a girl and have invited him to a birthday party. Finley has continued with his feminine appearance without facing much negativity. 2019 January 3. Jack came home from school furious today and locked himself in his room. I tried several times to get in to him. Finley also failed to enter his room. After an hour the door opened and I came in to see him. Jack lay on the bed crying. Then he got up and raced around the house berating Finley and me. We were the biggest idiots. He had taken off his nail polish and put on one of the few boy's pants he had left. I tried everything I could to calm him down until he collapsed crying in the armchair with his head between his knees. I knew something terribly wrong must have happened. And I was dismayed that the fine tone we had built up over the last 10 months seemed to be completely breaking down. The boy was almost as he was a year ago. I tried to put my arm around him, but he pushed me away. So, I just decided to sit with him without saying anything. And I told Finley to stay away from Jack. After several minutes Jack told me that he was not a girl at all, and all this girl stuff was bullshit. I asked what had happened. And then he told me, crying, that just before he was going home, two big boys had called him a sissy gay loser and then soaked snow down his neck. Several others stood around and watched. Some laughed, and others said nothing. And then he went home crying. I felt like crying, but I had to stay upright for Jack's sake. And I eventually managed to get permission to put my hand on his. Then I could embrace him and put him on my lap. I told him he was my precious child and that I came to protect him from such hideous events. After a while I asked if he would like some "milk milk", and he nodded slowly. I felt so bad that my kid with the tear-filled eyes had been hurt by these bullies. And I was so happy that my breast could be used to calm him down. He lay there undisturbed for a long time. I patted his cheek and said little. Then I started humming and sang some lullabies even though it was in the afternoon. After a while he got up in his chair and leaned towards me. He put his thumb in his mouth, which he normally never does. January 7. These days have been difficult. At first Jack refused to go to school. But after persuasion he took his first steps in that direction. To reduce the anxiety, I have also breastfed him in the morning. He completely refuses to show signs of femininity both at school and at home. And that is a significant step backwards. He is also more annoyed with his little brother, who still thrives in his feminine appearance. Finley also has girlfriends with whom he enjoys himself. Jack has not reported about new bullying episodes at school. But it seems he is still anxious about it happening again. I am absolutely certain that Jack has a girl inside him and that she needs to come out. But he doesn't handle it now and locks himself into a safe role as a boy, which he doesn't really enjoy. I feel I have to use cleverness and tactics to increase his sense of security. He will need some time to recover from this. And I must not panic and think that the chaos of a year ago will return. Finley and I have been playing with the barbie house. We can sit on the floor and enjoy ourselves for quite a long time. And I have noticed that Jack slowly has begun to approach. Without touching any of the dolls, he has started to tell us how things should be. Barbie has her own light blue car, and Jack knows how to put her in the "damn car". - I don't think Barbie likes you talking to her like that, I said. But there is no use in reprimanding him too much. Then he just gets mad and withdraws. January 9. I have just kept on playing with Finley with the Barbie things. Barbie has had an afternoon tea party with her friends. And one of her male friends has arrived in a helicopter. When Jack turns up, I try to include him in the play. And gradually things have started to improve. Finley and Jack have started small talking again. I have continued to breastfeed Jack twice a day to keep the bond between us and to convey that he is valuable even though he is struggling inside. And I use the opportunity to kiss him and say nice things to him. January 12. My colleague visited us again yesterday. He brought his wife and two daughters with him. The daughters are exactly the same age as Jack and Finley. The girls were super excited about the Barbie house. There was no doubt about what the evening's entertainment for the children was. And Jack was dragged into this. It seemed that he completely forgot about being gruff and grumpy. Fortunately, he hasn't demanded to cut his hair, and I made him a ponytail with a black velvet scrunchie. The oldest girl, Linda, bragged about Jack's hair and touched it with her hands. He didn't protest, but even managed to smile a little. There haven't been many smiles since January 3rd, and I felt happy inside. I have a hope of forging closer ties between Linda and Jack. Linda is a kind soul and is not going to bully him no matter how feminine he looks. Maybe she wants a friend she can play with? Finley is often strongly influenced by his brother. Therefore, I have concentrated on working with Jack so that his behaviour does not spill over to the brother. But Finley has not yet been dragged down into the negativity that has characterized Jack lately. And Finley has also maintained his feminine appearance. He has lovely long hair down to his shoulder blades now. And his curls are amazing. Yesterday he was wearing deep red tights with leopard print and a white top with tiny almost invisible frilly edges. And on his finger, he had a ring from the Christmas calendar. He looks quite a bit like a girl now. And our guests were probably a little astonished when they saw him. But the shock lasted only a little while, then it was apparently forgotten. His peer visitor Lotta had now found a girl friend with Finley. It was so nice to see them play. January 15. Jack was 11 yesterday. It was a bit difficult, because he has been so angry lately. I really would like to invite some girls to soften him up. But we landed on inviting the usual boys in his class. That is safe and noisy. I heard some of the boys talking disparagingly about a girl who had started crying for some reason. And I had to teach them to respect people who are sad. Jack did not comment on this. As he can be, he was very active and a bit brutal on his birthday. And I thought several times that we have to do something about this. I don't want to go back to the situation we had a year ago. January 22. Challenges come in series. One day Jack's father rang the doorbell. I have tried to keep him at a distance as much as possible. He is unstable and drinks. Suddenly he feels bad and must seeks contact with his son. And then he promises the moon before he disappoints and disappears. Jack knows about this, but may still be involved when father comes forward. Fortunately, I have sole custody of both boys. So, I can reject the father when he comes. But I try not to upset Jack. Father is quite hypermasculine and not very empathetic. So, Jack's long hair immediately caused astonishment. "Got girl hair, kid?" I immediately took dad aside so jack wouldn't see. I glared at him. "If you say aaaaaanything negative about Jack's appearance for even one second, you might just forget ever seeing him again." - OK, OK, OK! I think the father saw the seriousness, at least right then. He wanted to take Jack for a ride in a sports car he had borrowed. It made me anxious, but Jack's dad didn't smell of alcohol. So, I said they had to be back within an hour. After the return, Jack was on fire and wanted a car like that. And his father had promised to buy him one when Jack got his driver's license - just nonsense and another impending betrayal. I told Jack that he could buy any car he wanted - as long as he had saved enough money. It seemed that the trip with dad was doing Jack good this time. Still, I hoped it would be a long time before father came back. Because I know nothing will come of it after a while, only sorrow. I had to call my mom after the visit. I usually do when I am upset. And she calmed me down. February 3. Together with my colleague I have bought tickets for Disney on ice February 16th. Both his daughters are going with us. I've told Finley and Jack. Finley cheers enthusiastically. Jack is somewhat excited and probably thinks it's a little too childish. I have asked my colleague what his daughters should wear. The eldest Linda wanted her Elsa dress and her sister Lotta the Anna dress. When Finley heard about Lotta, he too wanted an Anna dress. That is great fun, so a large Anna dress has been acquired to get room for all the wool underthings. It has been a bit more difficult with Jack and clothes. I haven't even suggested an Elsa dress for him. He would imagine bullies everywhere at the show. But at the same time, I have thought that in the feminine community with Linda, Lotta and Finley, he could wear something else than the boring boy jeans. But I have to be careful here. February 6. During breastfeeding, I have talked to Jack several times about what he can wear at Disney on ice. He does not make any suggestions himself. I keep mentioning that the kids he's with are going to wear dresses, including Finley. And then I've been waiting for spontaneous responses from him, but they don't come. I notice that he doesn't protest and says that at least he shouldn't wear a dress. But I have still not chosen to suggest a dress. Instead: - You have some cool purple and pink leggings! You can wear them, you know. He just looked at me while resting in my arms without an expression. I kept on: - But the arena is cold, so you have to wear tights underneath. And then you can wear your black and purple coat which you can turn to the colour you want. He shrugged his shoulders and simply said: - Whatever I figured I was given permission to put tights and leggings on him. But I was also curious if he was going to protest at the last second. February 16. The big day had come and Finley had donned the Anna dress for the Disney show. He was so incredibly cute in those colours, and he was lifting his skirts and making pirouettes. Those who came to meet Finley that night saw no boy at all. And I made sure to brag freely about his outfit while Jack listened. I held my breath when I had to put on Jack's leggings. Was he going to protest? He hasn't worn girls' clothes since Christmas, and these leggings are from the girls' section. I first put on him a pair of brown thick woollen tights. He still needs help with that, both practically and mentally. And when the tights were pulled up to the waist, the leggings came over them. I chose to do it casually, so he didn't feel like he was dressing up as a girl. Too much positive attention can also increase anxiety. On his upper part of the body, he wore a dark neutral sweater. I put the boots on him, and it was ready for the coat which had two possible colours depending on which side was facing out. - You know, Jack. The purple side of the coat looks best with those leggings. - Okay, Mom I felt myself getting warm inside. Jack was now on his way to the show looking like a girl with her long blonde hair in a ponytail. On top of his head, he had a cap from Disney. February 17. It really was a fantastic show, and the kids had a super great evening. The atmosphere, the sounds, the colours and the kids are mesmerising. I felt like figure skating again, and I am not the only one. To be honest, I wasn't that bad on skates when I was a kid. Most important yesterday evening: Jack met no humiliations. There were some kids from his school there, but they had seen Jack in similar clothes before and made no comments. On the way home the chat went on continuously about what they had experienced. The funny thing is that Jack seemed to assume the role of figure skating expert. Of course, he doesn't have a clue, but Finley and the girls respected him for being the skilled one. He explained that practice makes perfect, and that figure skating is difficult at first. At least he was right about those things. I took the opportunity to say that Jack would become a fantastic figure skater if he had been training. And then he started to become interested in getting a career so that he could join future arrangements with Disney. 11-year-old Jack had great ambitions. And I could now try to use this in the future to help him with his femininity. Figure skating gives such nice movements. Jack said he needed a pair of skates first. I told them that I had taken care of several pairs of my old skates I had grown out of. Then it got a little quiet in the back seat. - Aaaw. Mom! Boys' skates are black. - Jack, you will get black skates if you first learn to use mine. I can't waste a bunch of money without knowing you're going to use them. Linda, Lotta and Finley thought that was sensible. But I know it might not be so easy for a boy to show up at the rink with white skates. The world is tough when it comes to gender expectations. Jack has stopped nursing in the morning. He is no more that afraid of school. But I still nurse him in the evening, and we use those opportunities to talk about things that may be difficult. - Have you been considering the figure skating, Jack? - Would be great mom. But I need black skates. Boys doing figure skating have different choices. Male figure skaters draw attention and are oddities on the rink. And some may think they are gay (which is OK.) If a boy turns up in normal boy clothes and white skates, people will think he is a weirdo. The third possibility is that the prepubertal boy dresses like a girl. Then he will get almost no attention and just blend in. I said to jack as he was nursing: - Not many boys have discovered how wonderful figure skating is. If you show up dressed as a girl with white skates, no one will question anything. And you will just be among the others. - But mom, they will see I am a boy. - Listen darling. I promise in my heart that they won't find out unless you tell them yourself. We will just find some clothes that make you blend in. That is no problem! And we can go somewhere you are sure not to meet any of your friends. Jack was thinking. He let go of my boob. Then he looked at me. - OK, mom. I'll do it. February 22. Jack is dressed in his new skating attire. I have made him girly from the inside to the outside. He has already started using his feminine underwear again for a while already. New are his black stretch pants with boot cut and his short pink faux fur coat. Underneath is a white polo shirt. He looked just like any girl ready for the ice rink. My old white skates with white fur trim fit him very well. I had picked up his skates and my pair of adult skates from sharpening in the sports shop. We had his hair in a ponytail, and he had cute bangs. So, we were ready. I took him to the ice rank which is almost an hour's drive from our home. Finley was dropped off at Lotta's as Jack didn't want his chattered brother around. Jack was visibly nervous, and Finley's presence wouldn't make it easier. As we approached the sports arena, I could almost see his heart beating. - Now how smart is this, mom? - Calm down darling, it is going to be so fun. As we got out of the car with our skates hanging over our shoulders, we could hear the snow cracking under our boots. And we felt the cold breeze in our faces. Jack stopped: - I'm not doing this mom. - Come on darling, what are you afraid of? - Someone is gonna laugh at me! - No, sweetie. You are just one among the many girls here. Just act naturally. Let's go! And he finally obeyed. I asked him to hold me by the upper arm as daughters do with their mothers. There is an outdoor changing room, so we found a bench along the rink. And there I helped Jack put on his skates before I put on my own. Jack must have discovered that skating is something completely different than what you think. So, for the first hour he was either hanging in my arms or shovelling snow with his butt. I skated backwards while holding both of his hands so that he could glide and get the feeling. There were a couple of compassionate girls who friendly started telling him what to do. Eventually he was able to take a few steps on his own. And then the barrier was broken. He tried to follow the advice from the girls, but it resulted in him falling and falling until he again managed to stay on his skates. He laughed and obviously enjoyed himself. The girls held him by his arms and asked him about his name. The answer...... Jackie! I felt so proud of how he managed the situation. The girls told their names were Isabella and Luna. They used to go skating every Wednesday and would love to see him there again. And Jack was so excited about his first day of skating. He just said he couldn't wait to see them next Wednesday! Now that was it. For the first time Jack has played the role of a girl outside our house. On his way home he was satisfied with his skating and his new acquaintances. From time to time, he had forgotten to mind his appearance as it was more important to stay upright. I had played the role of a confident mother who was so sure that my son was not going to reveal himself. The truth is, I feared that both his movements and his voice would reveal his gender. But I never told Jack about that. On our way home I was already planning next Wednesday inside my head. Jack sat in the car seat complaining of pain in his butt. February 23. Today is one year since I changed my parenting method. The experiences are mixed. The important thing is that the boys have discovered that they have a girl inside them. And they have also allowed her to express herself. For Finley, this has been quite uncomplicated. He seems to enjoy his femininity and is not particularly afraid of negative reactions from those around him. It's just wonderful! He also seems more robust than his brother, who quickly gets upset if he experiences something negative. Jack has been a roller coaster in his process. Right now we are licking the wounds after the bullying he was subjected to in January. And I try to slowly build him up to increase his confidence and his familiarity with the feminine. I am so glad we have this breastfeeding that gives closeness and warmth. I feel like my boys suck femininity from me and build themselves into new beautiful children. Oh help, I know it's unrealistic! March 1. New day for figure skating. Jack dressed himself without comments in the same clothes from last time. I hung one of my necklaces high up around his neck. I thought it was cute over the white polo. Jack noticed it. - Mom! Do I really have to wear this? - I think it suits you so well, my sweet friend. He accepted it and took a look in the mirror. Then he did some of the moves from the ice rink and a little pirouette. I just had to say it: - See how good you look! He didn't say anything but did one more pirouette before we went out the door. In the car on the way to the rink I was clear in my instructions. - Jack, these girls are good at figure skating. This is about elegance. It is important that you try to copy their movements as much as possible. Generally, you should keep your elbows close to your torso. Otherwise, you will look clumsy and boyish. - Imagine if they discover I'm a boy, mum! - They won't do if you are careful to copy their movements. I looked at you last time. You were such a sweet and credible. Nobody sees a boy with skates on. Isabella and Luna were present and did not let us down. Now more friends had arrived. And there were 5-6 girls skating around the rink. I whispered to Jack that he should mind the position of his elbows. Then Jack took a deep breath and said hello to them. He was much less helpless today than last time. It was really nice to see how he enjoyed himself on the pitch, laughing and giggling. On the way home Jack opened up about his feelings. He told me directly that he liked skating, his new friends ? and believe it or not also his outfit. Due to shame, he has had difficulties admitting that he enjoys his feminine clothes. Now he was able to say it outside of the breastfeeding situation as well. I had to stop the car and give him a huge hug. March 2. Finley invited to Bellindas birthday om the 8th of March. And is supposed to be a slumber party with several girls. I am told no other boys than Finley are invited. It seems Finley is included among the girls. He has been looking forward to this after the invitation. And the topic of outfit has come up. I have asked him what he would like to wear, and that has created uncertainty in him. Finley has been dressed relatively feminine in school for quite some time now and has received little negative attention. There have been some scattered comments, but nothing that has upset him. It seems that he tolerates it surprisingly well. He tends to wear different types of trousers with a feminine touch such as tights, boot cuts or wide trousers with decorations. For tops, he has used plain coloured polos or t-shirts. Now it seems that the girls he is with expect him to dress more or less like them. And it will come as no shock that he dresses girly for this birthday as well. I suggested that he could wear his grey short-sleeved tunic that reaches his upper thigh. And I thought I'd put on him a pink long sleeve t-shirt under this one. And as trousers he can wear leopard-patterned tights that match the tunic. He liked my suggestion, because this is just a little more girly than what he's gotten used to in recent months. But then I came up with a more radical proposal: - What if I buy you a nightie, darling? Would you like to wear that in the birthday? He looked at me for a long time with wide eyes. - But mum... What will the girls say - a boy in a dress! - I believe these girls see you as one of them already. It's not going to be a big transition for them. I think they'll say you're pretty. I hugged him and caressed his cheek. This was probably a bit tough, but I eventually got a nod from him. March 8. I have sent Finley off for Belinda's birthday, symbolically enough on Women's Day. I had put the tunic and leggings on him. And he got a small necklace around his neck as decoration. Then we painted his nails light pink to match his T-shirt. In his bag I put his new nightgown that he got to try on right before he left. In addition, I put the wrapped present for the birthday child -a winter hat with Bellindas name on it. Finley was very excited when he saw his new night gown. It is a classical design Victorian robe style nightdress, round and layered flutter neck with lace d?cor. And it has soft mesh long sleeves. I was so excited myself, and I actually knew these girls would appreciate his outfit. To be absolutely sure, I called Bellinda's mother and informed her about Finley's new outfit. I told her that Finley would like to wear the nightgown, but asked if she could help him put it on and calm him down if he got nervous. Later this afternoon I have been with Jack on the skating rink for the third time. Now he is absolutely one of the girls and slips imperceptibly into the group of giggling individuals. It's just so fun to watch. He masters both skating and femininity. And it seems that none of the girls have guessed that they are dealing with a boy. I don't know how long this is going to last. On the way home he told me that he too had been invited to a birthday party - for the skating pow Luna!. I asked Jack what he had answered Luna. - I said I would think about it - And what did she say then? - She said that I was an important guest and that they were going to have so much fun. - Wow Jack! You are one of the girls now. Or should you tell them you're a boy? - It's not possible! - That means you have to be a girl on her birthday. - I really want to go. What should I do? This boy who only two months ago had been roaring and raging around the house denying all femininity, was now wondering if he should be a girl for a birthday! This was challenging. I felt myself getting anxious. Would he be able to keep his role? Should he tell the girls he's a boy? Or should we just disappear from the entire rink and forget about everyone? March 9. Finley returned happy and satisfied from the slumber party. The kids had had a lot of fun, he told me. Bellinda's mother had helped him with his nightgown as promised. The girls had obviously been struck dumb with admiration when they saw the nightgown - best possible outcome. And Finley declared that the days of the pyjamas were over. From now on, all he wanted was nighties. So that matter was settled. Off to the store again to buy some more! Jack has had a bit of a hard time with his ambivalence about Luna's birthday. He really wants to join the company. At the same time, he feels unsure whether he will be a credible girl. He actually likes the girly look. The panic is that they reveal his gender and give him a lot of negative attention. He needs to be reassured about this. Fortunately, there is over a month till the birthday, so we have time to prepare. And I used the evening's breastfeeding to talk to him. He is so cute when he is lying with his breast in his mouth. His hair has grown so long, and I caress it all the time. - Thinking of the birthday, darling? - Mm. - And? - Can't do it, I think. - Really? - They will say I'm a boy and laugh at me. - I don't think they will, sweetie. With your long wonderful hair and nice face features you look exactly like a girl. - He brushed his long blond hair away from his eyes and looked at me. - Do you think so, mom? - Absolutely sure, Jackie. I tell you something: You're going to be the most adorable girl in the party. But you need some practice, because you have been a boy for 11 years. - Practice? - Yeah. With clothes and moves and so on. Being a girl is much more than your looks. Mom can help you with a crash course if you like! But you need to cooperate all the way. He was quiet for a while like he usually is when things are difficult. - OK. Mom I held his cheek against mine for a long time and said: - This is going to be so fun! Do you know something: Girls are nice to each other. You can start your course with telling your brother Finley that he has a cute nightie. I carefully instructed Jack what words to use with Finley. It seemed like it was a little difficult for him to be friendly with his old sparring partner. And he was still uncertain about his new feminine role. I knew he would need a lot of encouragement to go through this. March 10. - Your nightie is gorgeous, Finley. It looks so nice on you! Finley had been dancing, tripping and swinging around in his new nightgown. These shocking words from Jack made Finley's eyes wide open, and I could see how Finley enjoyed his brother's compliment. I told my little one to be grateful towards his older brother. And he didn't take long. - Thanks a lot, Jack. I also think it's nice. And then he continued his twirling. I took Jack aside and whispered in his ear. - That was wonderfully said! Now you must continue to be like that! He nodded even though his kind words had cost him energy. The rest of the evening we have been practicing moves. I found the cookbook from before Christmas, and we had a new competition all three in walking without losing the book placed on our heads. Finley walked with his book and gown so gracious through the hall and living room. And Jack copied the moves. Then we practiced walking with small strides, Jack in his pants and Finley in his nightie. Finley's long skirt turned him into a ghost floating through the room. That was so funny. And then we practiced sitting down. I told them to bring their knees together and hold their arms close to their bodies before they slowly sat down in the chair. That was hard. It was natural for them to just flop down on the couch. It's incredibly ugly and manly, and they can't do that anymore. So, I was very strict about it. And Finley had to learn to smooth the skirt with both hands before he sat down. Jack had difficulties with his body posture, so I found his one inch heeled pumps from last Christmas. He is familiar with these, and they do wonders for hit gait. But his steps are still a bit long, and he often tends to spread his knees. That does not look nice. And I have been wondering if there are clothes that can help him with his gait. Pencil skirts will reduce the mobility of his legs and force him to walk more cautiously and gracefully. It could be an idea, but I don't know if he's ready for it yet.