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In the elementary school common room, boys congregated in one area, and girls congregated in another. I stood in the middle, grappling with a painful sense of disconnection. Folding in with either group was impossible. I was alone in noticing the binary division. As a younger person, I felt uncomfortable in my male body. I often wore women's clothes. I loved borrowing my mother's red boots. I was interested in exploring and talking about gender identity. Other eleven-year-olds were not. I was confused for a girl, but I didn't mind. The school psychologist took notice and asked to meet with me to express her concerns that I was deeply disturbed and seeking attention. This I did mind.