The Diary of a Not So Ordinary Boy
I can never really get my head round the need people have to label their children. OK, so I understand the immediate labels of ‘male’ and ‘female’; after all, gender is one of the first ways in which we categorise the world, but really, those labels, when you think about them are enormously troublesome. Take ‘girl’, for instance. It’s an insidious little label. You wouldn’t think it would make so much difference, but before you know where you are you have fallen into a sea of pink frills and even more pink plastic, of hair bobbles and sit up nicelies and don’t get that dress dirties. ‘Boy’ is just as bad. Man Up. Little Monster. Beige and navy blue.
The big one for me, of course, is Down’s syndrome. Even without the banner ‘red hair’ or ‘boy’, Sam has a stereotype to contend with every day; one that tries its…
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