Acceptance was realising I was different than 'Everyone' else. This happened many years before puberty. But acceptance was only nurtured by my family around me, so depending upon 'who' was caring for me it was changing.
Puberty brought a new dimension to the equation, and an upset father brought two years of testosterone treatments followed by 45 years of boy-mode. Boobs were wrong on me and must be hidden, and don't tell anyone why I had to pee sitting down.
The true acceptance happened right here on this site after the social worker at the day-centre advised me to join a gynecomastia forum.
I came to terms with my breasts and the need for a bra. I slowly stopped hiding behind bib overalls and baggy shirts and let the obvious be seen.
I am built the way God intended me to be built, intersex and all. My natural attraction to 'hang out with the girls' was just a part of me as well as my lack of interest in violent sports. My love of nice colourful clothing and hairstyles was as much a part of me as my breasts.
I might have gone too far for the likings of the day-centre, but they don't have the right to dictate my life anymore than my father did for all those years.
It's been a slow process that spanned several years, but I am 'Birdie'. The tomboyish little girl my grandmother was raising in my youth before my father took over my upbringing. I sew, knit, cook, etc... I am not ashamed of who or what I am, and I live as myself everyday. I only dress androgynous at the day-centre because it's required by management for my attendance, but all my clothes are off the women's rack.
I made a purse for a CNA at the centre and she came over to pick it up the other day. We sat and chatted for about an hour about hot flashes, Hysterectomies, breasts, and lack of sex drive.
She said, "girl, you are much more girl than you are guy."
She has helped with transferring into the shower and seen my equipment, or lack of it personally.
I live my life as 'me' everyday regardless of those around me. You either like me or you don't. That's not my problem. I only have to move to Oregon to be free from the overbearing day-centre, and that is still on the agenda.