Raising a Genderless Baby

Boys and girls are different!  There I’ve said it and there is loads of science to support this.  I was reading a report in the newspaper yesterday, where parents Kathy Witterick and David Stocker, from Canada are raising their four month old child, Storm, to be genderless.  Only a small handful of people know the true gender of the child, which includes the child’s siblings and they are going to great length’s to keep it a secret.  For a split second I was embarrassed to be Canadian, but I can assure you most of us aren’t like this.  I’ve never heard such a load of bollocks in all my life.  Children aren’t lab rats and shouldn’t be treated as such.

I don’t agree on forcing gender roles or stereotypes on children and I salute people who try to instill independence in their children and encourage them not to conform without asking questions first.  But, I don’t know how living such a charade could possibly be good for the child.

I don’t know how or why parents would take such a risk.  I know this isn’t the first time it has been done as another family did it in the 70s and according to them it had no adverse affect on their children and that they are happy and well adjusted adults.  However, this is according to the parents, and I know loads of mum’s with devil’s spawn who claim they’re kids are perfect, I might be one of those.  I’d be interested to hear others take on the kids.

Gender, not sex, is a huge part of our being and I can’t help thinking that to ignore it is short sighted.  As a family, we haven’t intentionally resisted gender stereotypes.  However, Madame, for the most part wears gender neutral clothing as I have an irrational fear of pink and dresses.  We have ‘toys’ in our house not specifically boys toys nor girls toys.  In fact, we have quite a mix including cars, footballs, dolls, and babies.  I must admit though that she naturally migrates more to the so-called ‘girl’s’ toys and this hasn’t come from us.  I truly believe that it is part of her biological make-up.

Sorry and at the risk of sounding inarticulate, these parents are complete morons!  I would never suggest removing the children as this is the parent’s choice.  But, I can’t help thinking that they aren’t doing this for the benefit of the child but in fact are making a ridiculous social statement in an effort to seek attention.  I really hope it doesn’t backfire on them.

Instead of spending so much time and effort trying to hide the child’s gender, why don’t they use this energy to educate their children!

I would really like to hear what you think.










Selling Babies on E-bay!

When I was pregnant people were always asking if I knew if it was a boy or a girl.  My stock answer was always ‘if it’s a girl she’s going on E-bay’, which got a mixed response.  Please don’t jump down my throat and I do apologize if it comes across insensitive, especially to those of you who may have had fertility issues but this was how I felt at the time.

We’d only been looking at boys names so far.  I’m not sure what my aversion to having a girl was but I think the biggest reason may have been that I normally don’t get on as well with woman as men. A good male friend of mine says we get on so well because he’s a femine-male and I’m a masculine-female.  I’m sure he meant it as a compliment!  Plus, girls have that high-pitched squeal, they like shopping, hair, makeup and pink things all of which I don’t!

Anyhow, on the day of our 20 week scan we’d already decided that we wanted to know the sex of the baby.   So, I reclined on the bed, loosened my trousers and received the jelly belly treatment.  All seemed okay and then the technician asked if we wanted to know the sex of the baby and I said ‘yes’.

I can’t remember her exact words but she started describing two ovals and a long narrow……I thought for sure she was talking about a ‘boys’ meat and two veg’ and then she said ‘it’s a textbook example of a girl’.  The room fell silent, I really felt sorry for the technician.  After the initial shock, we hopped in the car headed home and the first text I sent was to my best friend asking how to register for E-Bay.

I think what made it even funnier was when I was being rolled back onto the ward after delivery.  We cruised past A-Bay, B-Bay, C-Bay etc and then slowed at E-Bay, luckily we were in F-Bay!

I probably don’t need to tell you that we wouldn’t change her for the world!

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