Madeline Wyndzen wrote this autobiography in 1998 as she entered graduate school in developmental psychology and began transitioning from male to female. Following the autobiography are follow-up essays written during graduate school. Maddie is working on a 10-year retrospective about her topsy-turvy path redefining her gender identity and becoming a professor.

Citation: Wyndzen, M. H. (1998). Gender identity disorder case study or an autobiography of a transsexual psychology graduate student? All mixed up: A transgendered psychology professor's perspective on life, the psychology of gender, & "gender identity disorder". Available: http://www.GenderPsychology.org/gid_case_study/

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Gender Identity Disorder (GID) Case Study or an Autobiography of a Transsexual Psychology Graduate Student?

I've tried over and over again to write an autobiography. I've tried over and over again to try and express how I've felt throughout my life and how everything fits together and how that led me to transitioning from male to female. But no matter how hard I try it never really seems to come out of me so nicely. My thoughts and feelings about my whole life are so convoluted; maybe that's the thing that's true-to-form when I write because somehow fact after fact never really conveys what I'm trying ot express. My 'solution' for the first version of my autobiography was to describe incidents in isolation and show how that string of events fits together. They do. But I read it again recently (something that's a lot harder to do that it seems like it should be) and I can't help but feel how stale a portrait it paints of me. Somehow I suceeded in getting the convulted writing out of my autobiography. But that also took me out of my autobiography. How do I keep myself in my own story? Where should I begin? At the beginning? I don't know if I can because sometimes I really need to express things that happened more recently before I can express the meaning of something from an earlier day. It's even harder because writing about something so personal is so emotonally draining. Just so I can manage the overwhelming hope of writings an autobiography, I decided to write many little self-contained essays instead. But if you read them in order suggested they hopefully share something about my life. I know this is not as sensible as a chronological tale. But my only hope is that by leaving my story difficult to read I might leave my story easier to understand.

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