I often got confused for a boy because my hair was so short. My parents always made me get haircuts because I supposedly couldn't take care of my hair properly; but mostly because I was always I was always cutting off my own hair because my scalp was always so itchy and I felt that getting rid of the hair, made it easier to scratch. I didn't care how I looked, I was too desperate to get the itching to stop.
My mom always was taking me to get my hair cut so it could grow back properly. I wish she would have spent that time and money to take me to a dermatologist to get the itching checked out and perhaps stop it. All the psychologists told my parents the itching was because of the autism. Just about every anomaly that occurred with me was blamed on my autism. If I ever got stabbed in the head or was bleeding to death, I bet the ER doctors would just blame that on the autism and send me on my way without doing anything. Anyway, my hair had to be cut super short.
I've mentioned a few times here that I was somewhat gender confused, but I really wonder if it was just because I was sick of my mother thinking that just because I was a girl, there was some kind of law that I had to wear uncomfortable frilly dresses all the time. When my mother finally realized that those kind of clothes actually hurt me and let me dress in T-shirts and jeans, I think I finally was able to accept my gender, so I really doubt that I was truly gender confused. Because of my short hair, I was often referred to as "him" or "he" by stupid strangers who must have been color blind. Even if I was wearing a pink My Little Pony shirt, people would still refer to me as "him". When people found out the truth they were so remorseful and would apologize profusely.
I wonder if they were guilty because they thought I was going through chemotherapy and everyone always feels sorry for kids going through it. Personally, Chemotherapy would have been blissful compared to the constant bullying and being told it was my fault it was happening or I was just exaggerating. It's kind of hard to fake having cancer and going through chemo. Sure some parents pretend their kids are, but when they get caught, it's the parents who get in trouble and the kids are just seen as innocent victims. I however would probably be told it was my fault that my parents exploited me. I actually believe that.
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