It’s madness to tell a five-year-old boy who likes tutus that he has a ‘gender identity disorder’

Posted by on Feb 23, 2012 at 10:00 pm

 The elevation of childhood confusion and immature desires into a mental disorder reveals far more about adult society than it does about children. It is the adults – the doctors, the schools, the social workers – who are really screwed up in the GID debate, not the kids. It is normal for kids to want to be all kinds of things – girls, boys, robots, dogs – but it is not normal for the adults around them to scratch their chins and say: “Yes, you clearly have psychological issues. I propose reorienting your whole school and home life around your desire to be a [insert crazy childhood dream here].” What is really motoring the GID bandwagon is modern adult society’s weird combination of not wanting to tell children what to do anymore (it’s too judgemental) and its inability simply to chill out about what children get up to. So on the one hand, adults are increasingly reluctant to tell a boy who announces “I am a girl” that he is being silly, and on the other hand they find it hard to sit back and just accept that some boys like ballet and some girls like to eat worms – instead, thanks to increasingly influential “early years” theorists, every childhood behaviour is interpreted as an outward sign of an inner, identity-based turmoil.

There is no such thing as Gender Identity Disorder. A kid who does seemingly weird things does not have “gender identity issues”; he’s just behaving in a way that many kids always have. It is society that is disordered, to the extent that it is now more willing to tell a toddler that he has a psychological affliction rather than simply saying to him: “You like pink? That’s nice, dear.”

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4 Responses to “It’s madness to tell a five-year-old boy who likes tutus that he has a ‘gender identity disorder’”

  1. spepper on 24/24/12 at 6:38 am

    When I was a kid, I used to ride my bike around my neighborhood, dressed as Batman– who knew, I had S I D– Superhero Identity Disorder!

  2. NateDogg614 on 24/24/12 at 8:17 am

    So this is the new low that we have sunk to.

    For the record, I had a doll when I was a kid. I am now happily married to a wonderful woman and we have a son. If anything the doll helped instill some important fundamentals, such as treating certain things with great care and respect (you know, like a real live infant, for example.) :)

  3. Robin H on 24/24/12 at 9:01 am

    This becomes much more understandable when we look at the actual kids being “misidentified’. It’s normally a boy who takes up “girl” things that gets relabeled. I have yet to see an example in the news about a girl that they relabel a boy. See, according to the psyhcologists and NOW, the feminization of boys is normal and encouraged.

  4. Mrs. Right on 24/24/12 at 11:09 am

    When I was a little girl, I preferred jeans and shorts to dresses. I’d rather dig in the dirt, finding frogs, turtles and snakes than play with dolls or dress up (much to my mother’s chagrin). My mother would cry because she wanted to dress me like a little lady, with dresses and patent leather Mary Janes, but my knees were always scabbed up, from all the running, falling and tree climbing. I did like to chase the boys on the playground and try to kiss them, however. In 7th grade I briefly entertained the thought of becoming a nun. As a self-conscious adolescent, I dressed in baggy clothes, mens dinner jackets, wore mens ties with my Catholic school uniform and brushed my mother away every time she suggested “maybe just a little blush…” As my confidence grew, I started wanting to look more like a girl, about junior or senior year in high school.

    I’m now 41, a happily married mother of (thank God!!) a little boy who is ALL boy. I say thank God only because it would be more of a stretch for me to relate to a little girly girl (but I would love her no less!!) I work full time in an office out of our house with my husband, who is my best friend from college. My role model for being a woman? Donna Reed! I *want* to dress nicely, wearing a cute apron while cooking and baking. I always try to look my best, but my fashion sense was highly delayed – not until my mid 30’s did I really start to understand how to dress in flattering clothes. Children will gravitate towards whatever is naturally in their little souls. My son showed interest towards sports balls from the time he was an infant; my husband and I don’t follow sports AT ALL, so that was a real eye opener.

    I’m grateful my parents, while less than thrilled with my self-expression, didn’t drag me to child psychologists concerned that I had some sort of gender identity issue. Thankfully, they always repeated “Just be yourself”, even though they might have preferred it if I were more like what they had imagined I would be.