Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 3 - Accepting my Feminine Role)

As 11^th grade progressed, I began not to feel ashamed about my interests in things that were not stereotypically male. While it was not all wonderful times, I felt better about myself as I got older, sure there were times that I was ruthlessly teased and bullied at school I ignored it as best I could. The teasing and bullying did bring the stress induced wetting again so I often wore thin cloth diapers and plastic pants to school and the nighttime wettings became more severe. I loved cooking, cleaning, and sewing it brought me comfort and I was very good at it. I don’t feel that there was a correlation between the interest in traditional female roles with the home and my love of feminine attire they were mutually exclusive. I was a home body and I found that cooking and cleaning were relaxing.

I was never so happy as when I was at home doing traditionally female chores and activities. Little did I know that in a few short years I would

have that opportunity when I met an older gentleman who nurtured and encouraged my feminine desires. It was also at this time when I first saw on TV a provocative maid's uniform during a skit on a comedy show like  Benny Hill.

While I was not athletic in the normal sense when it came to sports, I had a natural aptitude towards golf. My parents were members of a private golf club in North Vancouver and when I was younger, I would tag along and play or go to the driving range. Even then I seemed to have a natural aptitude towards the game. When my mom starting dating when I was in 11^th grade the man, she was dating was an avid golfer and she encouraged me to go along one Sunday afternoon to Mission golf & Country Club where he was a member. I think part of it was to help us get to know each other better. Apparently, he thought I was some sort of prodigy because I shot I the low 80’s and had not played golf in probably 4 or 5 years.

He encouraged me to try out for the school golf team that spring, but I was not interested in being art of the “guys” at school. I continued to play golf casually during my last two years in school, but I preferred to go play late I the afternoon by myself or I just joined up with adults rather than play with people nearer my own age. 

Even with golf I remember wishing I could wear the skirts or dresses that the players on the LPGA Tour wore but alas that never happened.