If you were a girl who dated a boy and then turned into a boy, would you be gay?.....

Random questions...If you were a girl who dated a boy and then turned into a boy, would you be gay?

We have just eaten our free from sausages as hot dogs for lunch with delicious fried onions and sauce and everyone is relaxing around the house. Miss G is having a bad day and has gone to watch a DVD upstairs in her room, Miss A is watching YouTube videos on the sofa, I am on the computer (obviously) and hubby is finishing up in the kitchen then going to chill out for a bit too. Then, out of the blue, comes the above question.

I have been looking up information about the LGBTQIA community, trying to better educate myself on the right terms and acronyms, but I am still not entirely sure my answer is correct. I think that it would mean that you were trans and gay. (Please correct me if I am wrong...I want to get it right). 

We always have open discussions in our home, give truthful answers appropriate to the person's age, but it doesn't mean I don't get surprised now and then by the questions. Miss A is 7 years old and asking questions like that already. 

The children have been discussing sexuality a lot recently with friends, trying to explore where they each fit and how they feel. We just keep an ear out and make sure they are safe in their discussions and help them with any questions along the way. Don't misunderstand, they discuss other things too, like the killing of George Floyd and Black Lives matter, Boris Johnson and how little sense he makes with the lockdown rules, Pokémon and other topics too, but most of the questions and parental learning is based around their sexuality and gender discussions.

I can't imagine ever being able to discuss anything like that with my parents growing up. They were the type who left leaflets in strategic places and discussion was never open. If I had been gay or bi they would have hit the proverbial roof. Their attitudes to anything and everything different to them made me determined to be able to have open communication with my children and bring them up completely differently to my own upbringing. It was all about other people's perceptions, not being different or standing out, what other people would say or think about them. With children with additional needs I honestly think living like that would be impossible anyway, but we have been out with facepaint on (including on me), wellies and fancy dress together, random clothing that no other person would wear together and it doesn't matter. The children know that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says. As long as they are happy, safe and comfortable then it is all good.

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