When I was a child, I was raped several times by my babysitters. They would make dress as a little girl (I'm a boy), and then they raped me. For years, I continued dressing, because I did not know better, staying hidden while doing so. I was so sure that I was supposed to be a girl, I would spend entire nights lying awake, crying. Now I'm married, and I still sometimes think that things should have been different . . .