How Times Have Changed

Okay. But a man who answers 'female' then should answer also if he is pregnant or not (as always asked in the doctor's office).
 

When I hear these types of things being referred to "inclusion" policies, that always shuts my ears down.
In my late teen-mid 20 years we did this "inclusion" sort of thing silently, respectfully with out fanfare or
shoveling it down people's throats. Race, lifestyles, rich or poor, sexual preferences, vegan or other, biker or hitchhiker
NONE of that crap mattered.
If you were a decent person you were accepted as you were, differences or not. Not everyone did this - true.
But many of us did. It's when you take something like this and act like you just discovered it, make up new rules
for it, march about it, get ridiculous and circus attraction "Look at me" to bring attention to it; I truly believe you
tick people off and make it a joke to many.
If someone wanted to talk about something they felt they had to hide, we listened, we learned and we accepted
we all had the right to live as each felt they should be. If you weren't hurting anyone go for it!
There are arseholes in every walk of life. Seems to me, it are those types that do the most screeching over this stuff.
We can be decent fair people on our own, or we could. If a person wants to be the arse, let them and stay away from them.
To each their own.
 

Why don't they just ask What is your gender according to your Birth Certificate
Male, Female
(if you need to answer with additional information apply in in the following box)
A few years ago, I read some states were already giving people the option of changing this info on their birth certificates.. unless a person has had surgery, that shouldn't be permitted.
 
This thread reminds me of a few years ago when my grandkids had to ride the school bus to school .
They told me stories of ‘kids’ with tails and barking communication.

All I could think of was the poor teachers who had to deal with it!
 
This is such a soft spot for me for personal reasons. I was in 4th grade when my Mom became friends with a lady
who had adopted a son. He was my age. Certain things were just not talked about back then with children present.

It didn't take me too long to notice that this new friend of ours Ricky had different interests and a much more softer
side of him than boys in my class. He was funny, smiling, never down and just wonderful to have as a friend. We were
more like brother and sister as we grew up together. I instinctually just knew, but it didn't matter.

One day he asks me to help him do something that he wanted done but his Mom would have a fit over and he
swore he would never tell if I helped him. He wanted the chest hair taken out that was growing in because it grossed
him out. This confirmed to me about what I had realized but had no name for at that time. I helped him, had to shove
a pillow on his face to muffle his screams but we got it done.

His mother eventually couldn't deny it any longer when we were in high school. That woman forced him to enlist in
the Army (yeah back then) he was so scared crying as he told me. We plotted his running away and all sorts of things, but
he ended up enlisting because of her.

As you may realize, he was beaten badly when it was obvious in boot camp and was sent home with dishonorable discharge.
He wrote me telling me he was not coming home but to San Francisco instead. I lost rack of him and have no idea how he
has done in life.

I knew other friends that had similar friendships and we saw first hand the pain and torture that comes with it. I think that is
one of the reasons my age group believed in accepting people for what they are. There is beauty and love in anyone if
it's allowed to be open and honest. I am just not so sure some of these out here we see are demanding inclusion honestly.

It's a gate that been opened for attention needy people and in a way has made inclusion take some steps backwards. Maybe
it has helped some. To me this is such a personal battle for many and it's hard enough for them to find their own open gate
in their way.

Sorry for the long post, but if you have not helped someone struggle with that choice, you don't feel it. It is real.
 
So much has changed, just in our lifetimes, especially in communications and related fields. Used to be the only ones listening in to a phone call were the other people on your home party line. When they came out with answering machines, it seemed so modern and high-tech. Can one even buy one these days?

My grandmother was a very prim and proper lady. I can't imagine her hitching up a horse and wagon/buggy to go anywhere, wearing a corset, peticoats, and a long dress. Did she shovel out the barn? Groom the horse(s)? How long did it take for her to "go to town"? A trip to town for me takes 30 minutes to go 28 miles. It would have taken perhaps two days back then.
oh the traffic is so bad here....you can relive your grandmothers' trip to town from here to London..20 miles.... in just 3 easy days.... 🫣
 

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