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This is incredibly difficult for me to write about, but I don’t know where else to turn. Yes, I know, I should pray. And I have–or at least, I’ve tried. I just need some human support too. Maybe that makes me weak. Oh well, here goes…
I absolutely hate being a woman. I’m sure that’s no big surprise to people who have seen some of my other posts–about half are in some way concerning women, so obviously it’s something on my mind. I think about how much I detest my femininity an awful lot; in fact, it is the thing that threatens my relationship with God the most, so this is serious business.
It is also old business. I have wanted to be a boy since I was 3 years old. I would never actually consider a sex-change operation, but anything short of that has always seemed acceptable to me. I started off having all-male friends, refusing to wear dresses, and playing with toy cars in the dirt instead of bothering with dolls and other “sissy” stuff. As I grew older, I acquired a couple female friends, was talked into the occasional dress, and gave Barbie a chance. Now that I am a young adult, I look feminine but often avoid acting in a stereotypically “feminine” way because I think it is so inferior to masculinity. It is so bad that I have consistently taken birth control pills for six years to avoid the incredibly debilitating pains of menstruation (which just make me more bitter about being a woman) and in hopes of destroying my reproductive system so that I could never have a child. I am terrified of babies and pregnant women, and I can’t stand when women get really emotional. I just don’t know how to deal with them (or myself, for that matter).
I’m sure this all sounds selfish to you, and it is. Every woman has to experience certain negative things that come with being female, and most of them are able to just deal with it and move on. I don’t know too many who are as troubled about their femininity as I am, which is what made me realize that I have a problem. Now the question is, how do I fix it?
Turning to God doesn’t help because I can never quite reach Him. Every time I read the Bible, I am able to convince myself that God loves me less for being a woman. I tell myself that I am useless, that I was just created to be a baby machine, that I could never measure up to any man. I seek out information about the founding of the Church to prove that it was formerly headed by people who thought very little of women (see my posting about St. Augustine in the apologetics forum). I tell myself over and over that I am just supposed to submit, to obey, to realize my place as a totally unimportant person and to accept it. But I can’t because I know that I’m wrong, and if I did accept such a dehumanized position, then I would completely destroy my heart.
I feel like I can’t turn to anyone because I sound so ridiculous. And that’s the real kicker–I know I’m convincing myself of something that can’t be true (or at least, not entirely so). Yet, as crazy as this may seem, I almost feel like I am possessed. I’ve found it easier to pray to Mary for her intercession, but even then I can hear that nagging voice within me say, “you are nothing; you are worthless; you were only good for having babies and now you probably can’t even do that; God hates you; you have no chance in Heaven; but you can’t tell anyone this, because they’ll think you’re crazy.” I try to fight it. I think, “No, God created women and men to be equals; and He made me personally out of His love, therefore He can’t hate me and I can’t be useless,” but usually the former thoughts prevail.
So I come to all of you now with a cry for help. Pray for me. Advise me. Share your own stories of growing to love and accept who you are. And then pray for me some more–God knows that I need it.
I absolutely hate being a woman. I’m sure that’s no big surprise to people who have seen some of my other posts–about half are in some way concerning women, so obviously it’s something on my mind. I think about how much I detest my femininity an awful lot; in fact, it is the thing that threatens my relationship with God the most, so this is serious business.
It is also old business. I have wanted to be a boy since I was 3 years old. I would never actually consider a sex-change operation, but anything short of that has always seemed acceptable to me. I started off having all-male friends, refusing to wear dresses, and playing with toy cars in the dirt instead of bothering with dolls and other “sissy” stuff. As I grew older, I acquired a couple female friends, was talked into the occasional dress, and gave Barbie a chance. Now that I am a young adult, I look feminine but often avoid acting in a stereotypically “feminine” way because I think it is so inferior to masculinity. It is so bad that I have consistently taken birth control pills for six years to avoid the incredibly debilitating pains of menstruation (which just make me more bitter about being a woman) and in hopes of destroying my reproductive system so that I could never have a child. I am terrified of babies and pregnant women, and I can’t stand when women get really emotional. I just don’t know how to deal with them (or myself, for that matter).
I’m sure this all sounds selfish to you, and it is. Every woman has to experience certain negative things that come with being female, and most of them are able to just deal with it and move on. I don’t know too many who are as troubled about their femininity as I am, which is what made me realize that I have a problem. Now the question is, how do I fix it?
Turning to God doesn’t help because I can never quite reach Him. Every time I read the Bible, I am able to convince myself that God loves me less for being a woman. I tell myself that I am useless, that I was just created to be a baby machine, that I could never measure up to any man. I seek out information about the founding of the Church to prove that it was formerly headed by people who thought very little of women (see my posting about St. Augustine in the apologetics forum). I tell myself over and over that I am just supposed to submit, to obey, to realize my place as a totally unimportant person and to accept it. But I can’t because I know that I’m wrong, and if I did accept such a dehumanized position, then I would completely destroy my heart.
I feel like I can’t turn to anyone because I sound so ridiculous. And that’s the real kicker–I know I’m convincing myself of something that can’t be true (or at least, not entirely so). Yet, as crazy as this may seem, I almost feel like I am possessed. I’ve found it easier to pray to Mary for her intercession, but even then I can hear that nagging voice within me say, “you are nothing; you are worthless; you were only good for having babies and now you probably can’t even do that; God hates you; you have no chance in Heaven; but you can’t tell anyone this, because they’ll think you’re crazy.” I try to fight it. I think, “No, God created women and men to be equals; and He made me personally out of His love, therefore He can’t hate me and I can’t be useless,” but usually the former thoughts prevail.
So I come to all of you now with a cry for help. Pray for me. Advise me. Share your own stories of growing to love and accept who you are. And then pray for me some more–God knows that I need it.