The process of thought

Since this is my blog sometimes I pull out my podium aka soap box and say some things I've been pondering. I've been pondering this one since 1984. 

In 1984 I worked as an operating room secretary. Man did I fail at that job. I was never qualified for the position and there was no OTG training. I think I lasted a year. Maybe.

During my short tenure I learned a lot about doctors, nurses, politics, money in unnecessary surgeries  to name a few. But the one thing I learned by observation that has never left me was that babies could be born with complete sets of male and female sexual organs. The doctor and parents would then huddle up and choose which sex they wanted their baby to be. Although I write that sentence lightly I can only imagine that being a horrifically hard decision to make. 

Once the parents decided the baby would undergo surgery removing unwanted parts and as the child grew the would take hormones for the rest of their life.

In high school I briefly dated a guy who went through all of that. And more. He was a tortured soul but at the time I summed it up that all teenagers were tortured souls. Although he still took hormones he still had a few small remaining traits of the other sex he was born with. 

I mean, we all have our identity crisis growing up. More so when you find out that someone didn't want you. Or, at that age, perceive that someone doesn't want you. From my experience of that age and my peers an adopted child would have the best parents, and could mentally ascend to the birth parent making the best choice for the child, but in the end a little piece of your heart is broken that someone didn't want you. Of course, I'm not saying that this is un surmountable and that the majority of adopted children process in their adulthood.

But how does one process ones own parents not wanting half of you? Medical yada yada aside, I think that's a lot for a young person to bare. Or at least in the 80s when we didn't talk about such things. 

My next life experience was when it became public knowledge that one of our brightest, smartest home school seniors was gay. I was of course stunned. Good christian parents, family, being groomed and taught upon all biblical matters. And he could debate with the best of them. This begin to rock my little boat of equational thinking. If you did a +b you would always get c. 

But the biggest part of this was how he and his family were treated. His peers that he had been homeschooled with for 12 years, his buddies, etc? Well, the majority were vicious. He and his family instantly became pariahs of our community. His "friends" would tell him that his sin was so great they could never associate themselves with him again. 

To be continued....