Ever worked in a gender-specific job ... as the wrong gender?

[ScooterGuy]

In my case, it was my last career, before I FIREd. I was a speech pathologist (working in the nursing home racket). I was one of only three heterosexual male therapists in the area. The vast majority of my co-workers and supervisory personnel were gender-feminist bitches women, and I was made to feel personally responsible for every error, mistake and flaw in the therapy and documentation of all that were around me. I could do no right. The ineuendo and whispering, the arched eybrows and the back-stabbing voices dominated, but never anything substantial. My contracts got shorter and shorter.

Finally, having suicidal ideation and with my blood pressure spiking at 267/176, DW grabbed me by the ears persuaded me to give it up and RE. So I did. Nightmares stopped. Blood pressure now at 125/72, with the FI added to the RE.

I'm retired ... my former collegues and supervisors are not. I have my feet up in an easy chair in the middle of the day. They're still filling out Medicare reports, and running from building to building. He who laughs last ...

[W2R]

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Originally Posted by ScooterGuy In my case, it was my last career, before I FIREd. I was a speech pathologist (working in the nursing home racket). I was one of only three heterosexual male therapists in the area. The vast majority of my co-workers and supervisory personnel were gender-feminist bitches women, and I was made to feel personally responsible for every error, mistake and flaw in the therapy and documentation of all that were around me. I could do no right. The ineuendo and whispering, the arched eybrows and the back-stabbing voices dominated, but never anything substantial. My contracts got shorter and shorter. Finally, having suicidal ideation and with my blood pressure spiking at 267/176, DW grabbed me by the ears persuaded me to give it up and RE. So I did. Nightmares stopped. Blood pressure now at 125/72, with the FI added to the RE. I'm retired ... my former collegues and supervisors are not. I have my feet up in an easy chair in the middle of the day. They're still filling out Medicare reports, and running from building to building. He who laughs last ...

Sure, and I'm sorry that your career was cut short by this. Although I think the degree of difficulty one encounters in such a situation varies considerably by region (in my experience), if it is severe then you have to either have a very tough skin, or get out, IMO. Generally speaking, people are going to think what they are going to think concerning your gender identification, how they think you got the job, or what they think your motivations are. They aren't going to suddenly "see the light" (at least, that has not happened in my experience/environment). You have to be able to let their attitudes and statements fall off of you like water off a duck's back, and just do your job without bottling up anger, or the stress can tear you apart. Health problems such as you listed can be lethal so it was probably a very smart idea for you to RE.

[FinanceDude]

Like a stripper or something? No.........

[polloloco]

A stripper can be either gender.
Women like males and men like females,...mostly.

[Nords]

Whatever command my wife was stationed at I was a member of the Wives Club. You don't particularly want to be the only guy in this club when a toilet plugs or a car breaks down, but you meet a lot of really nice people. It's a good idea if you take your spouse along, too, so we can all get to know each other...

Near the middle of my career they began to be called "Spouses Clubs". But the 1980s president of the Naval Postraduate School Wives Club had to get a bunch of expensive silver plateware re-engraved.

[bssc]

When we were in Korea in the 70s, the Stars and Stripes wrote an article on the one guy in the Officers' Wives club since it was such a rarity.

I worked at the American Psycho Association where I was the only male in a group of 13 and one of four males on a floor of 60 people. I never had to wait for the bathroom.