#Beyourself

Heated Rivalry

“You’ve got your mother in a whirl… ’cause she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl…”

Rebel Rebel- David Bowie

Gen-X grew up in the 80’s with Boy George, David Bowie, Robert Smith of The Cure & Johnny Depp. We accepted and understood these “guys” were musicians and actors who wore earrings, rings, nail polish, bright colors, and make-up.

Now as a Gen-X mom of a Gen-Z person, I do not understand why my 20-year-old son would want to do this. He is not an actor or musician. He doesn’t understand why “only actors and musicians can do it” and he states “I’m an artist and I don’t need to be famous to do it. I’m also pansexual so I don’t care about gender constructs.”

I watched Schitt’s Creek and witnessed David Rose wearing a skirt and flamboyant top, hook up with a woman Stevie and later fall in love with a man, Patrick…I loved every minute of it. David stated he is pansexual, that he is attracted to the person not the gender. OK that makes sense. Got it.

Obviously, there’s a real, underlying meaning tied into David Rose, a.k.a. Dan Levy’s message in writing Schitts Creek.

I understood this message from Dan Levy’s perspective. I could not understand it from my son’s perspective.

Dan Levy’s mom:

My son was never like this. He didn’t “twirl.”

What’s confusing to me is my son used to play in the mud, paint his ass, stamp it on a piece of paper and laugh. He thought farts were funny and still does. When the door fell off his cozy coupe, he said, “I’m gonna get my tools.” He loves bugs, planets, rocks and anything high risk. He broke his arm standing on a sand & water table at age 4.

He had a perpetual bruise or cut on his face his entire life. In 8th grade, I caught him standing over a babbling brook on the “outside of a bridge”. At 18, He impulsively jumped off a cliff into a shallow pond and was lucky he didn’t break both his legs. I assumed this behavior was because “he is a biological boy.”

Gee I wonder where this gender trait assignment starts

Biology and assigned gender at that time, helped me understand. It got me through his childhood. Especially when I was seven months pregnant and my son was hospitalized for a subdermal hematoma at age two. (He was sitting at the table in his chair-attached booster with a tray, kicked the table and fell backwards.)

Potential death chair

He was admitted to the ICU overnight and then a standard hospital room. I could not keep him in the room. He wanted to constantly walk the hospital halls and explore. If we didn’t let him roam free, he would fight and scream. He NEVER surrendered.

While he was jumping on the couch in the hospital room, the neurosurgeon walked in & scolded me. It was terrifying as a mom because I could not let him be himself and keep him safe.

I could get him to sit still with a 20-minute show. First it was Baby Einstein. Then I could get him to watch two episodes of The Backyardigans.

His favorite episodes of The Backyardigans involved Aliens, Knights, & Pirates…

Then movies gave us more blocks of “chill time”, so we would watch Pirates of the Caribbean, Chronicles of Narnia and E.T. He got fired up, he cried at the end of E.T, he kept the imaginative situations going all day.

All the boys and girls on the block joined in. Oddly, he argued more with other boys. He would say to me frequently “girls are just better.”

This dressing up as characters continued with all the superheroes and then pop culture icons. He loved to dress up and pretend to be anyone who inspired him.

He dressed up as male shaggy one year and female shaggy the next.

I volunteered as “lunch mom” and observed my son talking with four girls at recess about The Diary of a Wimpy kid while the other boys in the class played war and tackled each other. My son would have deep, meaningful conversations with girls instead of wrestling with the boys.

In high school, Classmates began calling him “gay” and “faggot”.

I would ask “Are you gay?” and he replied, “NO!”

I’d say “then why are you upset?”

He replied, “I don’t know.”… or know yet.

I would say “well, you are funny, handsome, sensitive, quirky and a good dresser so I could see where they are coming from.” He would smile, but had tears in his eyes.

Me:

A few months later, he stated to us that he began struggling with his sexuality. He “came out as Bi-sexual.” Nbd. I get it.

Yet, he continued to date other females over the next five years. I found this confusing.

Away at college, he gravitated toward “theys” but would get into arguments if he got their “pronouns wrong.” People would say he is a “man-splainer” but he thinks of himself as feminine.

The irony is what he “man-splained” to his four male college roommates; was a lecture about women. He talked to them about having boundaries, respecting women and advised them to “ask for permission” instead of groping women. He explained “consent” regardless of gender. They all stopped speaking to him the rest of the semester.

I found myself saying “Everyone makes mistakes. Can’t you just let this go to keep these friends and get along with your roomates?”

He replied “I don’t care, I don’t want to be friends someone who treats people this way.”

In college, he began dating a female, who was previously in a lesbian relationship. She claimed she “hated all men” except him. After eight months of him spending a ridiculous amount of money on her and doing all the “male” tasks she was unable to do that required size and strength; like helping her move, lifting things, putting items together; she dumped him. She decided she “hates all men, including him.” Misogyny works both ways.

As a mom, listening to my son, I say “it sounds like she was using you and I’m annoyed at how much money you spent on her.”

My son replies, “Mom, please don’t talk about her like that.”

What?

Kinda humiliating when your kids respond more mature than you in a situation.

In summary, he can physically do male things, yet he listens & empathizes like a woman. He respects and admires women. He is affectionate and chivalrous. He’s a good listener. He won’t even speak badly about someone who broke his heart.

Where does he belong?

He says he is gay and pansexual. He “expresses himself” as female. He states he is Queer and “gender fluid.” He can also lift shit and he is strong.

My son argues that gender is a social construct. Back in the day, men used to wear heels, wigs, make-up and tights. All I know is, people can be especially cruel online, I didn’t want my son to get made fun of, but I want him to be himself. Flashback to those same feelings I had when he was two...I was terrified I could not let him be himself and keep him safe.

My confusion about biology, gender expression, sexuality, and my son wearing make-up/nailpolish continued, until Shane Hollander and Ilya Rosavov rocked my world.

***If you have not watched the series, very minor spoiler alerts below!***

Shane & Ilya are biological men who appear to be “total dudes”that call each other by their last names, give each other shit and tell each other to fuck off.

Internally, they struggle with how society would perceive their sexuality and how their sexuality would impact their professional hockey career.

The relationship starts out sexual with no strings attached. Over the years, Shane and Ilya discover this relationship is more than lust & sex, when intimacy becomes apparent. There is anticipation, bantering and yearning. They are affectionate and sweet to each other. They are good friends to each other.

Suddenly I could understand how Shane and Ilya are biologically male, both express male gender, Ilya is Bi-sexual, Shane is gay. However, their relationship shows that males are CAPABLE of showing intimacy & affection in a way women desire. Their sexuality is separate than gender and biology. Duh, how does this get so convoluted?

I can make sense of TV shows, plays, books, & movies, but I cannot understand what is right in front of me, in real life. Perhaps whatever is closest to us, causes the biggest blind spot.

Finally, I could “see” what my son was trying to convey. My son is biologically male, expresses himself as female gender, and his sexuality is pansexual. Three separate entities.

I am all about my daughter “being anything she wants” and she can be powerful, she can be a superhero, she can play in the mud, she can be funny and smart. She can swear like a sailor and think farts are funny. She can be a “tomboy”, a construction management major, a bad ass & an athlete. However, I can’t see my own restrictions with gender and its societal assigned accessories are reversed with my son.

Then, I remembered all the days my son dressed up as all the characters he loved. How he “expressed” himself. Therefore, he continues to do so. Nailpolish isn’t just for girls. Pink is not “only for girls”, blue is not just for boys, being a hair stylist, a nurse or a therapist is not just for women, being a cop is not just for men, being a make up artist and wearing bright colors is not just for women, being president is not just for men …

Guys can be beautiful, guys can be “pretty.”

Fast forward to 2026, my son still thinks “girls are just better.” So he is dressing up as a female just like how he did as a Knight or Captain America…in the big picture, WHO can argue with that?

https://www.instagram.com/p/DVGr34dkRDq/?igsh=MWZmazY2bDBhMXBlMg==

This book helps understand where some of this originates:

https://www.audible.com/pd/006303431X?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=pdp

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When the Levy Breaks

Have you ever had a vivid memory of an experience from decades ago come flooding back to you out of nowhere?

I had this memory tsunami happen to me yesterday.

I have been doing this Meditation challenge since the beginning of 2024. This app was referred to me by my brilliant colleague. (Links below).

Yesterday morning, I completed session four of the “Taming Anxiety” challenge. The topic was about cognitive distortions.

I haven’t thought about my own battle with cognitive distortions since college.

Feeling compelled to share my experience in case anyone is feeling stuck or discouraged. I could’ve used the information below way earlier.

This life-altering moment occurred when I met with the school counselor about my schedule. Apparently, something I said was a red flag to the counselor that I was struggling with anxiety.

Thankfully, she did not use the word “anxiety” at the time. Unlike now, that uncommon, scary word and its symptoms were foreign back in the 90’s.

The counselor handed me a paper describing cognitive distortions (CD). I distinctly remember reading these, with my eyes bulging out of my head. I was in utter shock that this wasn’t a “normal” way to think.

As a student, I was able to start seeing her weekly for free. If it wasn’t free, I would have never gone through with it. I needed to save my money for nickel beer night. (A non-clinical, absurd cognitive distortion. 😏)

Each week, I discussed all of the stupid, irrational, and impulsive behaviors I did while operating in a perpetually, anxious state-of-mind.

It took a tremendous amount of effort to retrain my brain, unlearn old ways and reframe the CD. I truly believed I would NEVER be able to stop them.

I kept showing up even though I dreaded it and was uncomfortable.

By going to counseling & actively participating, I inadvertently leaned toward anxiety and its clutches.

Then an emotion showed up…humiliation aka cringe.

All I can say is thank effing gawd there were no cell phones or social media back then.

I experienced all of these:

After about 20 sessions, the counselor subtly addressed my lifestyle and inquired about how I have been coping with these tricky little fuckers.

The counselor then pointed out that contrary to popular belief, alcohol will only temporarily help. “Alcohol and marijuana are like a band-aid, and they make anxiety worse if using them to “self-medicate”. They may also cause paranoia.”

Every single one of those pesky, mind-fucking, cognitive distortions were on blast all-of-the-time. Ironically, they were present before, but I did not notice because I was detached from myself.

Suddenly, when I got in-tune with my body & mind, I felt paralyzed with anxiety. I froze, couldn’t make decisions, and just stopped everything.

Which led to…

Social anxiety & social isolation

I was terrified that I would have a panic attack in public. Panic attacks are real & scary AF.

I was very confused that I felt worse in therapy. The counselor gently reminded me that “Things get worse before they get better, it is always darkest before the dawn.” I let go & trusted the process.

Once I accepted it…I became consumed with talking about anxiety and explaining myself to everybody.

Side effect of untreated trauma+anxiety=lack of boundaries…

Thankfully, I had a very, wise friend, who could see the big picture. She said something profound to me like this:

Engaging with a friend who “gets you” without judgement, makes a monumental difference.

With time, patience, and lifestyle changes, this way of thinking extinguished itself. Of course this anxiety got “canceled” by utilizing a combination of counseling, mindfulness, physical exercise, limiting caffeine/sugar/alcohol, spending time outside often, taking vitamins, journaling, yoga/pilates, mindfulness, medication and most importantly, in-person human connection.

Looking back, it appeared to be absolutely impossible to overcome.

Now it seems like no big deal. I had to feel it, do the emotional work and allow it to pass.

I am glad that there is less stigma & more awareness about mental health and anxiety, currently.

However, it should not be used as an excuse to give up. No one IS their diagnosis. The more you avoid, numb, or hide from it, the longer it takes. Running from it only prolongs the process. The process can be conquered with the proper guidance, effort, & dedication.

In 1998, there was no other option in my outlook, except to keep trying. It was also way easier to unplug and detach back in the olden days.

How terrifying for gen z, teenagers & children right now? The social pressure, “cancel culture”, picture-perfect-life-posting and the “it’s-too-hard-I-give-up” mindset is disheartening.

Humans have survived thousands of years before iPhones, social media and the internet.

Reminder: Humans are resilient.

The epiphany empowered me today to push my teens to face uncomfortable emotions that sting.

Pain teaches you something.

Nothing ever grows in a comfort zone.

It’s a constant effort to remind myself of what is considered a big deal to my kids.

Social connection is getting worse, not better. Therefore, it is never too early to start healthy coping strategies. I mean, if nine-year-olds are spending $900 at Sephora on anti-aging skin regimens, then it wouldn’t hurt for a child/teen to unplug their mind for 15 minutes a day.

What I really like about this app is it makes the decision for you. It is like a parent that perhaps all adults need sometimes. “This is what is on the agenda today, do it and stfu.” It has a calendar that keeps track of your progress. Lastly, the founder, Dan Harris, describes how he had a panic attack on national television.

Any generation could understand how mortifying that had to be.

He recovered.

He wrote a book and is now helping others.

https://app.tenpercent.com/link/download

https://open.spotify.com/episode/5NgnSCyzVkaVfgDwzFevtf?si=TU-6WTk5Q8yjLBwYHy7GPg

https://markmanson.net/podcast/david-brooks

https://a.co/d/9WpMZ9K

If numb & detached, you can’t feel love
Since I published this, I completed this 7 out 10 day challenge. I don’t know why but this little badge made me feel a slight bit of accomplishment.