This terrifying memoir recounts author Daphne Scholinski's three years spent in mental institutions for, among other things, Gender Identity Disorder. Because he (identifying then as she) was a tomboy who wore jeans and T-shirts and didn't act enough like a girl, his treatment, in addition to talk therapy, isolation, and drugs, required him to wear makeup, walk with a swing in his hips, and pretend to be obsessed with boys. This sounds awful enough, but when you realize that the confinement and treatment took place from 1981 to 1984, it's absolutely chilling. A powerful indictment of Gender Identity Disorder treatment and an inspiring testament of one person's survival.
