tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182477363609341716.post6712548612619767011..comments2024-03-28T21:20:16.151+01:00Comments on Sue's news and views: Old boys who were really girls all alongSue Richmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14881573928883759984noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182477363609341716.post-82324042742797313972018-07-04T09:42:28.067+02:002018-07-04T09:42:28.067+02:00Thank you for sharing your experiences, Caroline, ...Thank you for sharing your experiences, Caroline, and I'm very sorry that you had such a bad time. It's frustrating when there's the girls' half of the school just a short distance away. That was the situation at my school, too. It does seem that schools are becoming more aware of LGBT issues, at last, and maybe a new generation of pupils won't have such a bad time. Best wishes, Sue x Sue Richmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14881573928883759984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182477363609341716.post-67102021720316012192018-07-01T12:39:17.252+02:002018-07-01T12:39:17.252+02:00I found out the answer to that one when long ago s...I found out the answer to that one when long ago searching for news of the one real friend I had at school. Not knowing the "year" I was supposed to be in, not how we thought back then, I took a guess on the school former pupils site of an all "boys" school and there in the year before mine was a picture of a gorgeous girl! One who had better luck with the system and was able to change early.<br /><br />The damn school had been running for 666 years and one of the first things they taught me was that they had no idea that someone like me existed! somehow some years ago they tracked down my address and sent invitation to reunion and begging letter for support. They got a fulsome description of the absolute misery and hell they had put me through.<br /><br />Cruelest part of all was that from that school but separated by two spiked iron fences and a river was the girls grammar school where I should have been and may have been able to have a life and make a positive contribution to society and government coffers.Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133031265351841626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182477363609341716.post-54886583261605177032018-06-30T23:50:15.542+02:002018-06-30T23:50:15.542+02:00Hi Lynn. No, it wasn't a grammar school, but n...Hi Lynn. No, it wasn't a grammar school, but nor was it (shudder) a new-fangled 'academy'. It was basically a day-borstal with exams. I'm glad, though, that another transwoman was able to survive it and thrive in later life as her real self rather than just conforming to the macho mould they wanted for her. Sue xSue Richmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14881573928883759984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182477363609341716.post-23794620990171637142018-06-30T10:57:42.252+02:002018-06-30T10:57:42.252+02:00Ah, single sex schools. You leave with little clue...Ah, single sex schools. You leave with little clue about the mysterious other form of humanity. Was it also a grammar, BTW?Lynn Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00876715474502367377noreply@blogger.com