The Associated Press title Fatherhood in America: How to talk about it without sounding like a pussy article The AP article The first time I heard of “Daddy’s a Boy,” I was 10 years old, and I was terrified.
I wasn’t quite ready for it.
The only thing I knew for sure was that it meant daddy would be there for me for the rest of my life.
I had been told that I would be able to get a job someday, and my father would be the person who took care of me, and that it would all be OK.
But for the first time, the world seemed to be upside down.
I wasn’t alone.
I remember the first words my dad would say when he met me.
“You’re a girl,” he said.
“You can’t wear a dress to school.
You can’t walk down the street without looking like a man.”
I was the first girl in my family.
But I was a girl, too.
I was one of a small group of girls who didn’t wear dresses and had trouble navigating school.
I’d never been able to figure out how to get around or who my peers were, and a lot of times I was ridiculed.
In middle school, I got into trouble for hanging out with girls.
One girl who I’d been dating had a boyfriend who’d been diagnosed with Asperger’s, and he was abusive.
He threatened me.
I started to hate myself for not having a relationship with my father, and even though I knew I wasn