, meaning I had ambiguous genitalia, that I could not be identified by the people who examined me as either a male or a female.
These people were a Catholic Sister and a Veterinarian, both in a small western town, dealing with a premature and abandoned miscarriage.
German/Gypsy/Native American lineage, I have reason to believe, carried my rare DNA karyotype. During gestation the eggs merge into a single fetus, one ova was destined as male the other as female.
The man I knew as Dad was, I believe, related to me.
Whether he was, in fact, my biological parent is unknown.
I recall that I was stripped naked many times and exhibited to other adults.
As a small child, from age 2-4, I remember that I enjoyed being the center of attention and awe and speculation by adults.
Eventually, I was "recorded" later as a male, but called by an ambiguous nickname of a comic strip character, a child that no one knew what sex the child was, which was fitting (from Barney Google).
I was left "as is" awaiting further physical development.Something seemed to drive others to experience their sexual fantasies, with me as the unwelcome recipient.Personally, all I derived was pain, frustration, and fear of failing to please those I was dependent on as a child.From the age of four to sixteen years old, I was sexually, physically and mentally abused by several members of my own family.Then I was able to stop the most invasive abuse by choosing to be a male, at age fifteen, accomplished by taking massive doses of testosterone to effect secondary male sexual characteristics.It is also my understanding that present fertility drugs today may make this condition much more common.