Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 577.

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Waddling Ducklings
(aka Bike)
Part 577
by Angharad
       
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“What did you do that for?” asked the astonished Simon.

“Why did you pinch my bum?”

He shook the leg of his jeans and more of the cornflakes appeared. Both of the girls were silent in astonishment.

He shook all of the dry cornflakes out of his jeans and left the room. I poured another lot of flakes into Mima’s dish and this time put milk on them, then I gave her them.

“Why did you tip cornflakes into Daddy’s trousers?” asked Trish.

“Because he annoyed me.”

“It was very funny.”

“Don’t let him hear you laugh, I don’t think he thought it so.” I got the brush and swept up the mess and binned it.

Simon came down and ate his breakfast without saying anything to me. He talked to the girls, but not to me. I wondered about apologising, but then decided, if I did apologise, it would be privately.

I called Dr Rose’s secretary to ask if she knew the name of the paediatric psychiatrist Trish was seeing. It was a Dr Edwards. I thanked her and said I would call him. She corrected me, by saying, ‘him was a her’. She put me through to Dr Edwards’ secretary.

“Hello, my name is Cathy Watts.”

“How can I help you?”

“I’m fostering one of your patients, Tricia Watts.”

“Hold on,” she went to check something. “We have a Patrick Watts–oh, hang on, he’s GID and likes to be called Patricia, that one?”

“Yes, she likes to be called Patricia.”

“Quite, how can I help?”

“I’ve arranged for her to start school after Easter.”

“You’ve arranged for him to start school as a girl?”

“Please, I’ve arranged for her to start school, she sees herself as female, I’m respecting that decision. I thought, however, that Dr Edwards should be informed.”

“I see, she’s with a patient at the moment. Can she ring you back when she’s free?”

“Of course. I’ll be here for another hour or so.” I gave her my number and went off to get myself washed and dressed. I took Trish with me.

In half an hour we were presentable. I’d put her hair into bunches with blue ribbons to match her dress. She looked as pretty as a picture. The phone rang and I jumped, as it startled me out of my reverie, then I went to answer it.

“Ms Watts?” asked an educated female voice.

“Speaking,” I replied, guessing who the caller was.

“This is Dr Edwards, calling re your phone call about Patrick.”

“Patricia, yes.”

“Oh yes, he prefers to call himself that, doesn’t he?”

I wandered in to the kitchen and shut the door. “How much contact have you had with the child?”

“I’ve spoken with him a couple of times. Quite a bright child if I remember correctly.”

“Well, Trish has lived with me for a couple of months. There is nothing boyish about her at all, so I’d be grateful if you could accord her that courtesy and describe her in female terms.”

“So you feel she is genuinely gender identity disordered?”

“Very much so.”

“And you are an expert?”

“I have some experience of the condition.”

“I see, in what capacity?”

“I’m not sure if that’s any of your business.”

“I have the power to have her taken off you.”

“If you try, I’ll cross petition for contempt of court.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Trish was placed in my custody at the behest of a high court judge.”

“He…”

She,” I corrected.

“Very well, she, is resident in a children’s home.”

“She isn’t. She lives with me and my other daughter.”

“So you’re fostering her?”

“Yes, and I have enrolled her at a girls’ school. They know about her and have dealt with the issue before. She is very excited about going there.”

“I see. How did you come to foster her?”

“Through Dr Rose, whom I believe you know.”

“Yes, I asked Dr Rose to see if he could find anything organic for her insistence that she was a girl. He couldn’t as I remember.”

“He was looking in her body, not her spirit.”

“I’m afraid we tend not to deal with metaphysical aspects. We’re physicians, not priests or philosophers.”

“Oh I don’t know. Sam Rose seemed quite a philosopher to me.”

“So you know him?”

“We have met several times. He actually appeared in court for us.”

“Did he, indeed, well if Dr Rose thinks you’re suitable, then you must be suitable. I’m not at all sure about indulging the child’s fantasies as much as you are.”

“They aren’t fantasies or delusions. She really is more girl than boy. I see her every day, there isn’t an ounce of boy in her.”

“She was very effeminate, as I recall.”

“She might have been as a boy. As a girl, she is a delight and quite feminine.”

“I suppose I ought to see her again. It’s been some time.”

“Please feel free to speak with Dr Rose.”

“Oh I shall. I’ll pass you back to my secretary. Please make an appointment to come and see me before she attends school.”

“That was why I called, to keep you apprised of what she was doing.”

“Yes, thank you for that. I’m sorry to sound a bit sceptical, but true GID is very rare, especially manifesting this young.”

“Perhaps you should judge the case on it’s merits, not on statistics, which can be most misleading and subject to manipulation.”

“You have some experience of manipulating statistics?”

“I’m a scientist. We use them all the time; but they don’t invalidate the individual study, which brings a different point of view to bear.”

“Quite. Well, I look forward to meeting you, Ms Watts.” She passed me through to her secretary and I made an appointment for the following week. I also left a message with Dr Rose to call me back.

He did an hour later. “Hi, Lady C, how are my two girls and their lovely foster mother?”

“We are all well thank you. I’ve recently spoken to Dr Edwards.”

“Fliss Edwards, yes, and …”

“I’ve enrolled Trish in a girls’ school and she starts after Easter, so I thought I’d better tell Dr Edwards.”

“Ah, okay.”

“Did I do the wrong thing?”

“No, of course not, but she seems to think GID kids are rarer than hen’s teeth.”

“She seemed to have difficulty with the concept during our conversation.”

“Um, not completely surprised. Did you tell her you’re a post op?”

“No, I want to meet her and allow her form her own opinion.”

“Well unless she does a DNA analysis of you, she’ll never guess.”

“Thank you, Sam, you’ve made my day.”

“You’re welcome. I take it you don’t want me to spill the beans?”

“Um, yes, is that okay?”

“Yeah, no probs; the fact that you mobilised Jemima are grounds enough for the referral. That you managed it again should make you close to beating Mother Theresa in being beatified or whatever they do with would-be saints.”

“I’m no saint, by a long way. Are you happy with the schooling set up?”

“Where is she going?”

“The convent school, it was the only one I could get her into.”

“You’re paying for her education?”

“Yes, I don’t have much choice.”

“I see. I think you’re wonderful, young lady, I really do. Can you pop her in to see me this afternoon, say after four?”

“If you want me to, of course I will.”

“I shall see you then, Lady C.” He rang off and I felt a warm feeling perfuse my body. He was a lovely man and just being in his presence was a delight. I also knew he was a powerful ally and a useful one to have to deal with Dr Fliss.

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