Central To My Humanity?

A Christian friend recently suggested that being male or female is central to our humanity. He’s not the first one to do so.

God created mankind in His own image. Male and female He created us. Whether we’re male, female, or some combination of the two, we bear His image. A number of animal species are sexed in a way similar to humans and yet were not created in God’s image.

Adam and Eve sinned and were thrown out of the Garden of Eden. The result was disastrous for all of creation, but especially for us as fallen human beings. For Adam’s race—fallen humanity—the inability to do what we know is right is also central to our being. Our hearts are deceitfully wicked. Yet we still bear God’s image.

Jesus became like us. He took on our humanity. He became sin for us. He is not only our Redeemer, but our Kinsman. He died not for the angels, but to save those whom the Father had given Him. Us. Humans. That is surely more important to our humanity than the sex of our body. And we shall one day be more like Him. In bodies that do not reproduce.

This friend also suggested that intersex people are ‘already’ male or female, based on where God aimed His arrow, rather than where it struck. On what we might have been in the Garden of Eden, rather than on the body that God knit together in our mother’s womb.

My friend uses the potential for giving DNA or receiving DNA as God’s decree. Others say sperm or ova. Or the presence of a Y chromosome. Or the overall shape of the genitals at birth. In each case, they ignore the complexity of sex differentiation.

The result is often that we who are intersex are sometimes expected to be a sex that we’re not. No matter what the doctors do to my body, it’s not going to become male or female. Yes, I live as though my body were female. But I do so by God’s grace rather than by checking off all of the boxes.

Is intersex central to my identity? To my being? To my humanity? No. There is no special place or identity for intersex people in this country. Nor do I desire one. I’m content to live as a woman.

I write this—not because intersex is central to my humanity—but in response to one more Christian friend who thinks there can only be male and female, and isn’t shy about telling intersex people what their true sex ought to be based on.

The person I might have been had Adam never sinned doesn’t change the reality of my body or my gender. I am a part of the bride of Christ. I am a member of his body. As one who is being redeemed, Christ is central to who I am.

Yes, the Bible provides some distinct guidance based on our sex. And most people are born unambiguously male or female. It is good for a man and a woman to marry and produce Godly offspring. Not all can. And some choose otherwise for the sake of the Kingdom.

In the end, my Kinsman Redeemer will stand upon my grave. Mine. Even though my flesh has rotted away, I will see Him with my own eyes. Me and not another. Jesus knows me. I belong to Him.

My friend, I suggest to you that nothing matters more to our humanity than our relationship with the God who created us in His image. Nothing. Certainly not what sex we are.

Intersex & Attraction

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Earlier this week, someone suggested that my marriage of eighteen years to my husband constitutes a homosexual relationship. His reasoning was that God’s intent for a person’s sex is determined exclusively by the predominant genital shape at birth and is immutable.

#intersex #Revoice18

My bits were, indeed, masculine in shape, but small in size and incapable of penetration. I have Mixed Gonadal Dysgenesis. My body’s a combination of male and Turner Syndrome female. I had ovatestes that resulted in a failed puberty. I was born with the cute—and feminine—pixie face characteristic of Turner Syndrome. My body’s intersex. Not male.

I hadn’t planned on addressing gender again—or my own sexuality—but I’m scheduled to attend the Revoice conference this week.”

The Revoice conference is being hosted by a church in my denomination. It’s purpose is, “Supporting, encouraging, and empowering gay, lesbian, same-sex-attracted, and other LGBT Christians so they can flourish while observing the historic, Christian doctrine of marriage and sexuality.”

The conference has resulted in quite a bit of controversy, on Twitter and elsewhere. A number of people have expressed views on “same-sex attraction” and whether or not being tempted is, by itself, sin.

Though I try to remain clear of the culture wars, I did want to talk a little about attraction from the viewpoint of an intersex woman who was raised for a time as a boy.

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As a child, I expected to grow up to be a wife and a mother. I wanted to be pregnant with a baby, but had no idea what that involved beyond marrying a boy some day.

I was tiny and frail as a child, with spatial deficits that prevented me from learning dance or most sports. I have Ehlers Danlos—which meant floppy, hypermobile joints. I was uncoordinated. Most girls threw better than I did.

eyesMy father taught me to shoot and to fish and to hand him tools when he worked on the car. He took me riding with me sitting in front of him on the horse’s back. He was gentle with me. And good to me. Even though I wore dresses. And cried when he cut my hair.

Mom taught me to sew and cook and clean. And—as a nurse—kept me away from the doctors. For that I will be forever grateful. Too many intersex kids are traumatized at the hands of the medical profession.

I played softball. Well, sort of. With a brother and sister three years my junior. And the girls in the neighborhood. And, no, I wasn’t better at the game than they were.

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When I was nine, I was still small enough to squeeze into my six-year-old sister’s dresses. And did. Often. Though such things clearly saddened my parents, they never punished me for what they considered cross-gender behavior.

In fifth grade, a boy invited me to his house to listen to a group I’d never heard of before—the Beatles. While we sat on his bed, he strummed air guitar and sang love songs to me. “Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you…”

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I wanted to marry him and have his babies. But it still wasn’t about sex. Nor did I consider myself gay. Jim loved me as a girl. Didn’t he? My father had told me that sometimes men had sex with other men, but it never occurred to me that I might be homosexual. Jim was, after all, a boy. And I wasn’t.

My family moved, so I never saw Jim again. Never got to say goodbye.

Jim flashing a peace sign?

Jim flashing a peace sign?


I ran across a photo of him last week. Not in fifth grade, but a junior in high school. Did I tell you he was really cute? All the old longings rushed back. I’m happily married now, but I wondered what it would have been like to date Jim when we were both in high school. But with me an intersex girl.

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I had crushes at that age as well. Arms wrapped tight around Ron, I spent hours on the back of his motorcycle. I still dreamed of being a wife and a mother, but holding him was all I dared. I knew I’d never have anything more than that. Because I was incapable of vaginal intercourse. As a male or a female. And who’d marry someone like me?

My sin was desperately wanting something God had not granted me—a body capable of bearing children—a body clearly female. And, no, I could not have fathered a child, either. Nor even penetrated a woman.

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Thankfully, my mother and my doctors did eventually figure out that I’d be better off living as a girl. With my face and demeanor. And my lack of masculine sexual development. My endocrinologist said I’d have no trouble being accepted as a girl. Well, yeah.

I’m in my late sixties. I’ve lived my entire adult life as a woman. My puberty came from a bottle. It was years later than is usual—but it was a feminine one. I have hips and breasts. They’re mine. I grew them.

The boys in my classes got muscles and facial hair. And raging sex drives. I didn’t.

Jim was cute. I would probably have let him kiss me. But my feelings for the boy weren’t sexual. Rather, they reflected a longing for my childhood dream of motherhood.

There are no easy answers to #intersex. If you reduce the biological diversity of sex to the presence or absence of a Y chromosome, you can contribute very little of value to the conversation. The same applies to those who reduce sex to any other single parameter—like what’s between the ears.

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As a child I was never confused about my gender. I knew that I wasn’t a boy. Or a girl. My body was different. I wanted one like all the other girls had. But I diligently prayed that God would make me a real boy. Because that’s what my parents wanted. And I assumed that, because He didn’t, that it must be because I still harbored the desire to bear children. Was that such a dreadful sin?

I learned to embrace God’s provision for my life. To accept my intersex body. I can’t be a man. And in your binary world, what does that leave?

It isn’t always about sex.

Barren Women and the Nashville Statement

nashvilleIntersex & Faith, Inc. recently completed a survey of more than 100 of the signatories of the Nashville Statement, asking for clarification of Article 6, especially the call for intersex people to, “embrace their biological sex insofar as it may be known.”

Historically, doctors have castrated us, surgically assigned us a sex, given us hormones, told us lies, kept secrets from us, and caused us to live in shame—all in the name of their binary vision of sex. So it was easy for some of us to conclude that Article 6 called on us to embrace the evil being done to us.

None of the signatories who responded agreed with that reading. None appeared to be in favor of childhood genital surgeries. In fact, Dr. Denny Burk, one of the architects of the Nashville Statement, opposes them.

Regarding the treatment of intersex cases, we received a variety of replies. Most either said they didn’t have enough experience with intersex, or that individual cases merited deeper consideration than a set of rules would allow.

The largest group, however, referred us to the writings of Dr. Denny Burk, who appears to reduce the diversity of biological sex to the presence or absence of a Y chromosome.

We included a short questionnaire with our survey. It’s available online here. The first question deals with Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome:

“Your sixteen-year-old daughter Connie’s a godly young woman. She’s healthy but never got her period. A specialist says that she has Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. Although externally she’s a typical female, she has XY chromosomes, and testes in her abdomen rather than ovaries and uterus.”

Dr. Denny Burk, on his website (about halfway down the page in the comment section) addresses AIS:

“With AIS, there is an XY chromosomal make-up and the internal organs are still male. It is the external reproductive features that are malformed. This is a tragic, difficult condition, and those who experience it are in need of our compassion, love, and understanding. But that doesn’t preclude us from helping them see that they are essentially male in spite of ambiguities in external features.”

In his book, What is the Meaning of Sex?, on page 81, Dr. Burk appears to suggest that anyone born with a vagina but with XY chromosomes should be considered male.

“Try to determine as soon as possible the chromosomal makeup of the child. If there is a Y chromosome present, that would strongly militate against raising the child as a female, regardless of the apperance of the genitals or other secondary sex characteristics.”

This is certainly different than the commonly-accepted Biblical view or the historical view of the Church regarding how to determine a person’s sex. The Bible would consider a woman with CAIS to be female.

Barren women are usually infertile for biological reasons. Often, that is an intersex condition such as Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. It is only recently that the technology became available to determine karyotype (e.g. XX or XY).

A woman with Swyer Syndrome would have a functional vagina and uterus, but no gonads (or penis). Using IVF and a donor egg, some have carried a baby to term. Yet it appears that Dr. Burk–and some of the signatories of the Nashville Statement–would still consider her male because she has a Y chromosome. Again, the Bible would consider her female–a barren woman.

With the continuing debate over the ethics of transgender treatment, I’m astounded that any conservative Christians would take the position that someone born with a vagina and no penis is male, regardless of their genetics.

If you’re a Christian, and your child is intersex, please contact Intersex & Faith.

liannesimon at yahoo dot com

A Few Intersex Websites

During a recent interview with Dr. Michael Brown, I promised to post a few links to websites with information about intersex.

AIS-DSD — An intersex support group
interACT — Advocates for intersex youth
The Interface Project — Stories of people born with intersex traits
IntersexAndFaith — Intersex & Faith — sharing stories of intersex and faith
Intersex Society of North America — The original activist group
IntersexUK — An intersex group in the UK
OII — Organization Intersex International
Succeed Clinic — The OU DSD Clinic

A Proper Young Lady

9780985148225In the summer of 2012, the AIS-DSD support group met in Oklahoma City. Most who attended were women with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome or—like me—had some other Difference of Sex Development. #intersex is the word most of us happily accept.

That year, the organization invited medical personnel involved in the treatment or study of intersex—the friendly ones, at least. Among those was Eric Vilain, MD, PhD, the Co-Director of the UCLA Institite for Society and Genetics.

In response to a question, Dr. Vilain said that it might be possible to harvest immature spermatazoa from the gonads of a woman with Partial Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome and use those to fertilize human eggs. He suggested that only ethical considerations were keeping a clinic from doing so. Or, perhaps, a clinic had already done so quietly.

My publisher and I had recently finished editing my first novel, Confessions of a Teenage Hermaphrodite, so I was eager to start writing my next book.

Three long years passed before A Proper Young Lady became a reality.

A woman with the complete form of Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome might never discover that she has testes in her abdomen rather than ovaries and uterus.

Danièle knows, and she grieves that she can never have her own children. She has a partial form of AIS that left her with ambiguous genitals, a steady stream of doctors and psychologists, and parents determined to see her happy as a girl.

After Danièle’s best friend and childhood crush agrees to act as a surrogate for her, Danièle learns that the clinic can extract sperm from her own gonadal biopsies, so she becomes the biological father of Melanie’s baby herself.

Ethan adores the graceful young woman named Danièle, while Melanie imagines a life with the father of her children. Danièle? She’s happy with her intersex body—somewhere between princess and little boy. But in a black and white world, she must choose—once and for all—who she will be. And whom she will love.

#Intersex—Disclosure and Blowback

Photo courtesy James Westenbroek

Photo courtesy James Westenbroek

Male, Female, and Intersex in the Image of God
Thursday evening, Megan DeFranza and I spoke at Calvin College as a part of their Sexuality Series. The presentation was LiveStreamed and is available here(presentation) and here(Q&A).

Several people commented on how brave I was to share my story, but I don’t wish to mislead anyone—I’m not. Bravery involves a readiness to face danger and pain.

I doubt I’ll ever be a match for the emotional turmoil involved in talking about personal experience with intersex. Even though I never had to suffer unwanted medical interventions. If I were brave, I’d stand in front of you with my shields lowered as I disclosed my heart.

At some level, though, I can’t bear to face it all, so instead, I dissociate. I box up all the unpleasantness and let it bleed out after everyone’s gone (excepting perhaps my husband).  That’s what I hide when I’m on stage or in front of a classroom.

Therapy. Yes. If I had the time. And the money. And could place enough trust in the medical profession.

Fortunately, I have a Redeemer who loves me and doesn’t mind my curling up on his lap. I don’t have to be a mature adult for Jesus, you know. I simply have to admit my need of him.

And He’s why I seek transparency. Why I sign  up for a speaking engagement when I know the cost may be brutal. Why I risk offending both my intersex and my Christian friends. (‘Cause I know I’ll get some of the details wrong. Forget where that quote in Isaiah is.)

Secrecy—the first pillar of intersex treatment. Unfortunately, many in the Church remain unaware of the existence of those who don’t fit into their neat male-female binary.

Surgery—the second pillar. Without consent. Without full disclosure. To erase intersex.

Shame—the third pillar. Because there’s something so horrible about our bodies that we can’t even talk about them.

What chance has an intersex child against the  organized might of the medical profession and the complicity of society in general?

Christians need to help. And that doesn’t mean telling people who are different they’re going to hell. It means caring enough to put an end to the mistreatment of those born outside the binary. It means welcoming us in the open. And without shame.

Thank you, Julia Smith, Program Coordinator at Student Life and Director of the Sexuality Series at Calvin College for inviting Megan and me to speak and for watching over us during our stay.

Thank you, Elisha Marr, Assistant Professor of Sociology—and your students—for your time and polite questions.

Thank you, SAGA (Sexuality and Gender Awareness) for welcoming us to the campus. And for the cool T-shirts!

And, thank  you Calvin College, for your hospitality.

 

 

 

 

Intersex—A Day In The Life

ls6At support group meetings and seminars, I’ve met hundreds of people who have some physical difference of sex development. Intersex, if you will. I don’t even mind the word hermaphrodite when applied to me. Whatever.

There are hundreds of things that can happen during sex differentiation and development. Some of the variations are grouped into syndromes named after the practitioner who ‘discovered’ them—Swyer, Turner, Klinefelter. Some have names a bit more descriptive—Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, Mixed Gonadal Dysgenesis, Androgen Insensitivity.

What I’ve never seen, however, is a condition that results in someone having both sets of genitals. Why? Because the same bit of tissue that becomes a penis in a typical male becomes a clitoris in a female. Another bit of flesh becomes labia or scrotum. Want to know what intersex bits really look like? The Quigley Scale is used for describing degrees of Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. The Prader Scale is used for Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia. This site has some illustrations of degrees of hypospadias. Those are the variations you find in most cases of intersex.

The condition I have is caused by having some cells with a Y chromosome and some without. That led to confusion during fetal development. Hence the differences—not just reproductive system, mind you, but heart, kidneys, brain, metacarpals, fingernails, eyes—everything.

I went to a new dentist today. One of the technicians commented on how small my jaw was. She was concerned that I might not be able to get the digital x-ray thing into my mouth. I explained that it was a genetic thing. I’m mosaic for Turner Syndrome. The condition resulted in micrognathia—a smaller than average jaw—which gave the lower half of my face female-typical proportions.

Which do you think had a greater impact?—a feminine face or genitals that weren’t quite right? The same medical condition—Disorder of Sex Development, if you must—caused both. And much more.

If you meet someone who has a difference of sex development, don’t be surprised if they’re not a two-headed monster. Or obsessed about sex. Or gender. Most of us aren’t. Really. We’re more like you than we are different.

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40 Years on HRT

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1974—For a brief part of the Cold War I searched the ocean noise for enemy signals. I was very good at pattern recognition and minicomputers.

Armed guards watched over us during the day. The men on my team spent their nights in the barracks. The military stuck me in my own quarters, cut off from the rest of the world.

While stateside, my bike and I lived with suicidal abandon. Weaving through traffic, standing on the seat, riding sidesaddle—the only problem I had on a motorcycle was I lacked the muscles or the mass to recover from the situations my recklessness inspired.

I remember lying on my back after my last accident and wondering why I felt no pain. My bike and I had both gone airborne and tumbled down the road. Nothing was broken—other than my bike, and perhaps my pride, but I knew for a certainty that the next wreck would kill me. My Savior made it clear that I could live for him or die from my own foolishness. Time to change direction.

I’d heard of a psychiatrist in Miami who referred people to Johns Hopkins. Dr. Money and his team knew more about intersex and gender than anyone. Right? When I went to see her, though, she told me I’d need at least a year of counseling before she’d send me to Hopkins. My first step, she said, was to try having sex—as a boy—with a boy.

Rather than explain that my biology wouldn’t allow such, never mind my faith, I walked away. As I always had from physical relationships. Oh, I liked boys, alright, but sex was for people who had plumbing that functioned properly.

A few weeks after talking to the psychiatrist, I kept an appointment with an endocrinologist—maybe he’d know what to do. His main concerns were my weight—he thought I was anorexic—and my lack of hormones.

He suggested testosterone to give me a masculine puberty and anabolic steroids to help me build muscle mass. What did you expect? He was, after all, an endocrinologist.

My sexual development had gotten lost somewhere between Tanner 2 and 3. The nature of gonads in people with an XO (Turner Syndrome) cell line is that they start weak and fade away. A woman with the pure form goes through menopause before birth.

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I’d always been small for my age. At nine I wore my sister’s size 6x dresses. I was the smallest in my classes until fifth grade. But I kept right on growing into my early twenties. At 5’6″, I felt like a giant. I was no longer the little kid with a cute pixie face. My fear was that male hormones would ruin the rest of me. So I told him no.

But you need hormones to remain healthy. He said that estrogen would help me gain weight and fix at least the chemical reason for my depression. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a grown-up woman, but female hormones would let me keep my feminine characteristics.

For the first two weeks, I threw up every day. A few of the guys I worked with swore that I’d gotten myself pregnant, but otherwise work remained pretty much the same. Well, except that the twenty pounds I gained went to my hips and breasts—a bit of an embarrassment for someone who was supposed to be a boy.

After a year, I went home to see my family. My sister thought breast development was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Dad got all mad and wanted me to try sleeping with a girl before living as one. Mom liked that I seemed happier, and changed my legal status for me.

I got a job with a different company in a different city—doing the same thing. And the people who handed out security clearances didn’t care at all that my papers now said female on them.

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Turner Syndrome Boys

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About once a month I respond to someone online who claims that only girls can have Turner Syndrome. Some suggest that Noonan Syndrome is the male equivalent. Sadly, they often get such misinformation from a genetic counselor or physician. Although Noonan Syndrome results in some of the same medical issues as Turner Syndrome, it is caused by mutations in the PTPN11, SOS1, RAF1, KRAS, NRAS and BRAF genes rather than the loss of a sex chromosome.
>>Noonan Syndrome

The Genetics of Turner Syndrome

Turner Syndrome is caused by the loss of a sex chromosome during the first few cell divisions of a human conception. Ordinarily, each cell has 46 chromosomes–22 pairs of autosomes and two so-called sex chromosomes. Usually male is 46,XY and female 46,XX. When one of the sex chromosomes is missing in all cells, the karyotype is written as 45,X.

Cells need all 46 chromosomes to function properly. Indeed, the only chromosome that a cell can live without is the Y or the second X. It is the lack of a second sex chromosome that causes the developmental issues in Turner Syndrome. Most 45,X babies are stillborn. Some speculate that all of those who survive have at least some cells with two sex chromosomes. Current technology doesn’t allow us to determine the genetic makeup of every cell in the body. A karyotype is usually based on 25 cells from a blood sample. The rest of the cells in the body may be different.

Genetic Mosaicism

When only some cells are missing the second sex chromosome, the karyotype is written as 46,XY/45,X or 46,XX/45,X or something similar. This is called mosaicism. As I said, some speculate that all Turner Syndrome babies who survive have some mosaicism.

The degree of mosiacism varies over time because the 45,X cells don’t reproduce at the same rate as the other cells. The degree varies from person to person. What matters is where the 45,X cells are during fetal development. A woman with as little as five percent 45,X cells in her blood may be born with streak ovaries and be short statured as an adult. Or she may have no medical issues related to Turner Syndrome.

Y Chromosome Mosaicism

A woman with Turner Syndrome may be missing an X or a Y chromosome. What if she has mosaicism?–and she has a Y chromosome in some cells? Her karyotype would be written as 46,XY/45,X or perhaps 45,X/46,XY. But 46,XY usually results in male. So what determines whether the mosaicism results in a boy or a girl? Again, it’s where the 45,X cells are during fetal development.

46,XY/45,X can result in a baby with male genitals, female genitals, or somewhere in between. It can result in any of the medical issues commonly associated with Turner Syndrome.
>> 45,X/46,XY Including Y Chromosome Rearrangements (Great pamphlet from Rare Chromosomes site)
>> The Phenotype of 45,X/46,XY Mosaicism
>> X/XY Chromosome Mosaicism: Turner Syndrome and Other Clinical Conditions
>> Turner’s syndrome in the male with chromosomal mosaicism
>> Turner’s syndrome in the male (Br Med J)
>> Turner’s syndrome in the male (JAMA)

I knew a boy with a 46,XY/45,X karyotype who was taking growth hormones. I know a woman with typical Turner Syndrome features who has the same 45,X percentages as the boy. On rare occasions, 46,XY/45,X identical twins have been born one male and one female.
>>Monozygotic twins discordant for sex
>>46,XY monozygotic twins with discordant sex phenotype

On A More Personal Note

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My karyotype is 46,XY,22qs+/45,X,22qs+. The 22qs+ is an exceedingly rare improperly-satellited autosome. Let’s ignore that for now. Without it, the karyotype would be 46,XY/45,X. Or XY/XO for short. Turner Syndrome mosaicism.

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My Turner Syndrome mosaicism gave me mildly malformed kidneys and heart valves. I’m hypothyroid. I have visuo-motor and spatio-temporal deficits. My joints were hyperextensive. (Check out my left leg in the photo above.) I have the pixie face common to Turners, due to my small jaw. I was cross-eyed as a child. My ears are set low. I was the smallest of my peer group until fifth grade. At nine, I wore size 6x clothes. And my puberty came out of a bottle.

The vast majority of children with a 46,XY/45,X karyotype are born with normal male external genitals. Of those, more than a quarter have gonadal anomalies. Some will require growth hormone. Some hormone replacement therapy for sex development.

>> The Phenotype of 45,X/46,XY Mosaicism

What was between my legs wasn’t typical female. I was raised as a boy. I wasn’t typical male either, though, and took estrogen for my sexual development. This is the nature of intersex conditions. I find it, at times, mildly amusing that some might think I could only have Turner Syndrome mosaicism after surgery to make my genitals more typical of a girl.

The Problem With Intersex

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Yesterday was Intersex Awareness Day, so it seemed appropriate that I spend part of the morning with a new gynecologist.

The previous one had rammed a one-size-fits-all speculum into me that arched my back up off the table in pain. The experience convinced me to take a hiatus from pelvic exams. Why did I need a stupid Pap smear, anyway, since I don’t have a cervix? That was three, perhaps four, years ago.

I like nurse practitioners. Most seem to remember that they are patient advocates. This new one had studied my records and done her homework regarding my condition. Without her ever mentioning intersex or DSD, she examined me, and we talked about things like lifelong hormone replacement therapy, and vaginal dilation, and post-surgical clitoral sensitivity. Like those things were commonplace.

As soon as my defenses reclassified her from suspect to friendly, I snapped into long-lost-intersex-friend mode. In such situations, something deep inside prompts me to talk endlessly about intersex, as though pushing the words out will make the pain go away. She smiled…and listened…and put a hand on my shoulder…and almost…almost made me feel okay with being in a doctor’s office.

Intersex isn’t about gender. It isn’t about sex. Or body differences. It’s about being treated as so alien that the gender, and sex, and body differences become the measure of our lives. Kudos to one nurse practitioner who gets what intersex awareness means.