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Is it the same outcome with Marajiuana? How about coal miners or people living in terribly polluted air?

Some of these pictures are of lava rock, and others are of smokers’ lungs—can you tell us how many of each? Even if you can’t, one thing is for certain. Cigarette smoking can harm nearly every organ in your body.

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Part 2, is it a he! Is it a she?

My mother decided against hormone replacement therapy, (HRT) and, instead, took me in for a double mastectomy and no HRT. This decision was made “Willy nilly”, as my mother was never “motherly”. In fact, she passed me on from school to school, care taker to babysitter, or any other person, not her, that thought they could help me cope with my physical affliction, or, as I call it, deformity.

The more my mother passed me on to someone else, the less I trusted her and the more hurt I became that I was no longer supported and cared for by my mother. As soon as I was diagnosed and 2 weeks later, my double mastectomy to remove my budding breasts, my mother gave up on me.

Before my stitches were even removed, my parents kicked me out of the house, to live on the street, at 15 years old....I never moved passed this action. Even now, at 51 years old, I am befuddled by my parents lack of parenting me as a child/teenager/young adult and complete adult life. To this day, my mother can not talk with me. My mother never has called me or reached out to me to see how I am. How I’ve been. What is new in my life...

My mother researched Klienfelters Syndrome and found that all sufferers of my deformity were in prison. All test subjects in the 70’s and 80’s were in prison as they were the only human subjects that were/are a controlled study. I believe, at that time in my life, my mother decided I too would end up in prison. So, in my honest opinion, I think my mother gave up on me ever being “OK”. I believe she decided I too was going to prison and just gave up on me.

My mother and I have absolutely no Mother/son relationship. I have tried all of my life to spark interest of me in my mother. Sharing my achievements, my triumphs, my hardships, my struggles. My mother has never engaged me or treated like her baby son. On the contrary, she has told all her friends, that know me, that I am her “favorite son”, even though my older, “normal” brother is the winner of all her love and riches both physical and metaphorical.

I am always left confused and never ever told her real truths.

My mother is a licensed MFT (Marriage Family Therapist).

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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Transgender not by choice

I was born in 1967. In 1979 I was 12 yrs old and started puberty. Although my picture depicts me as male, my genetic makeup is female (XX) with a male (Y) chromosome. I was born with 47 chromosomes instead of the normal 46. A normal 46 chromosome male is (XY), I am XXY.

I was born with male genitals so I was identified as male and grew up as such. It wasn’t until 1979 that I started to get lumps in my breasts that continued to grow into breasts. It was so embarrassing that I wore a jacket to school everyday to hide my deformity.

I was terrified of my friends finding out so I never, ever, took my jacket off! I live in Northern California and it gets hot here, of course people wondered.

Finally my mother took me to the doctor and that’s when I was diagnosed with Klienfelters Syndrome. The ran all sorts of tests on me and, in the end, determined that I had KS and that I was born sterile, produce more estrogen then testosterone, learning disabilities, etc. the doctor asked my mom if she wanted to put me on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) so I could develop as a male. It would’ve required that I take testosterone for the rest of my life as my body doesn’t naturally produce it in the quantities needed for facial hair and a male figure.

TO BE CONTINUED….