The man and hermaphrodite sex
For the first eight years of my life, I had no idea I was different.
At a week old, I had been placed in a shoebox and left on the steps of a convent in the UK.
Someone had scrawled “freak” on the side of the box.
I was raised by the nuns at the convent and wasn’t encouraged to be curious about my body.
Although there were other children, we never saw each other naked, so I didn’t know that having both male and female genitals, like I did, wasn’t normal. When I was nine, I was told that I would be leaving the convent and going to live with new parents in Singapore.
I can’t remember how or when it happened as I was very young, but soon after I arrived in Singapore, I saw another naked person for the first time. I was frightened and it was painful, but I trusted my parents. When the doctor said, in front of my parents and me, that it was unlikely I’d ever be able to have children, I didn’t realise the significance. He left barely any money and I was eventually sent back to the UK. I remembered that I had looked like that before my operation. I didn’t use birth control because I didn’t think I could get pregnant but, after a couple of months, I found I was expecting twins.Until then, I never knew just how much I’d yearned for a family of my own.For days I kept touching my stomach just to convince myself that it was true.I was scared that the twins might have inherited my condition, but the doctors and nurses at the hospital told me there was no need to worry.
I thought they might look at me oddly or make comments, but they treated me like any other mum-to-be.
Just when everything seemed to be looking up, tragedy struck.