My Autobiography Of My Socialization

My socialization started from before my birth. My parents knew that I would be born female and, therefore, bought me pink clothes and other “girl” items. I was born into a lower-middle-class family with both of my parents working a factory job. I spent a lot of my infancy with my grandmother who would watch me when my parents worked. When my parents came home, they would shower me with affection and nurture my needs the best that they could. I would be fed, bathed, and everything that is needed to keep a baby clean and happy. My parents would make sure that I was cared for. However, my father did leave my mother and me when I was a toddler before I could actually remember him. He would call to talk to me a lot throughout the years to let me know that he loved me and he would also visit me sometimes. However, after he left, my mother found another man and gave birth to my three little sisters. I then became a big sister with responsibilities for more than just myself. Having little sisters taught me how to share and play nicely. That experience prepped me for my school years where I would have to get along with a new set of people.

I met new people and also made new friends my own age. Throughout kindergarten, I do not believe that there was a lot of gender classification. I knew that the males were boys and that the females were girls based on their clothing and some mannerisms, but we were all taught the same lessons and participated equally in activities. My home life at this time was somewhat rocky. I knew that my mother and my little sisters loved me, but their father showed aggravation towards me. He did treat me differently and it made me feel bad about myself because I did not know what I had done wrong. I learned at an early age what discrimination was, although I did not have a term for it at that time. However, I did feel discriminated against by Tom who was the man my mother was with at the