![]() It was a time for open ears, a nodding head, and an understanding smile. This wasn't the time for opinions, judgments, or interrogation. I made sure my neighbor’s child, whom I'll refer to as Alex for confidentiality, knew they were heard. ![]() I didn't just hear the words I paid attention to the emotions carried with them - the underlying current of fear, bravery, and vulnerability. ![]() In a world that constantly talks over us, listening is a revolutionary act. So, imagine the weight of the secret shared with me by my neighbor's child, who, despite being assigned female at birth, confided in me with the words, "I think I'm a boy." Here's how I navigated this delicate revelation.įirstly, I listened. It's an individual's understanding of themselves, a core part of their being, often manifesting early in life. In the nuanced spectrum of human identity, gender is a deeply personal aspect. *This article is 100% nonfiction based on real events and written with permission of the affected parties. Photo by (SB Arts Media/Adobe Stock Images)
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