Happy Birthday to Me - Not Dead Yet

Three score and seven years ago a hole opened up in the space-time continuum. Through a blinding light alien mechanical arms thrust in to grab me and against my will, pulled me into that alter dimension. Thus began my saga . . . The first three years or so I have little memory of and can only relate through hearsay. They must have drugged me. Story has it that the human pair I was allotted to was in crisis. The male member of the pair, who I later learned to call "Dad", was in intensive care after undergoing a brain tumor operation that was quite risky for its time. The odds were against his survival but he did survive in spite of that. His total recovery took up most of those first three years and I was probably left to my own devises much of that time. The female, "Mom", had to devote her efforts to that recovery and I believe it resulted in a lack of bonding between us which never did remedy itself. I was alone in this dimension and alone I would stay. I should add here that in this dimension, and in particular this culture, there was no such thing as variable gender constructs of self-identity. This cultural aberration wasted no time in making my life a living hell as the haze of unknowing lifted and I began to see things clearly. My childhood in a nutshell . .. "I can't be this boy . . . where's Me?"