Laura, I have only one question for you. And the answer will require a serious conversation with yourself. But I am very curious of the answer.
Is it possible that living life as a male for 30+ years may have given you physical and even mental advantages over a woman who has never had that opportunity? Is it possible that all of those years being a man and treated as a man gives you a slight mental edge over those females who never had that opportunity to experience life as a male?
I totally understand that you are fully a woman now, but did having prior experience as a male give you any advantages over a female who never experienced that?
That's really the only question that matters in the discussion.
Congratulations on getting elected again.
Thank you for this question; you're the first person to address any "nurture" questions w/r/t sports.
I did get the "nurture" side of male advantage yes, but I think I only got a smidge of it; not the full dose for sure. and I "forced myself to", because I felt I had to, to be able to successfully pretend to be a boy.
My parents didn't hone, or stimulate it; I'd even say they "discouraged" it. They were horribly unathletically focused in their body and mind.
I never ever "threw a ball" with either parent.
The most hilarious thing is, this totally showed when I first tried to "impress a girl I had a crush on".
We were outside of my house with a group of friends, and my brother and sister, playing ball, with the side of our house being "the goal".
I started to take the ball, head butt it against the wall, and trying to do that without the ball dropping to the floor".
My mom, who was annoyed by the constant, now almost rhythmical, banging against the wall, came outside and saw me, and made a remark about it "are you trying to impress her?"
Already from about 6 years of age, I never felt "a boy", (I didn't act out by dressing up in my mom's clothing until age 10), but feeling terribly guilty towards the universe for not being happy with the cards I was dealt, I realised I could only survive by basically doing the whole-body-version of "sticking my fingers in my ears and saying "lalala, I can't hear you, I can't hear you", pretending the girl inside me screaming to be acknowledged wasn't there.
In the same way, the job that I have, working as "a roadie" (deprecated and condescending term, but makes it easier for people outside of that industry to get (I know you DO understand my job) in the live music industry; I am convinced I chose that "to be able to hide as a sheep (woman) among wolves (men) without being caught.
I masked the "not being a wolf" by focusing hard on the actual WORK part of that "lifestyle choice"; I never partook in the sex, drugs&rock'n'roll part of that "lifestyle".
Okay, back to sports.
I played association football, the "manliest sport", in my opinion, my mom even said "that sport is too aggressive, I don't want you to." Four years later, I was finally allowed to.
I've never been remotely athletic; the only two sporty activities I fared fairly well at were long distance running and cycling (never competitely aside from one universite relay race - I ran one of the longest distances); because I could - for lack of a better word - "punish my body" then (remarkably easy to achieve, actually, when that body isn't really YOURS: i was stuck in it, and had to make do - I made sure life and myself banged it up as badly as possible without doing illegal things, I just passively self-destructed); by going into the red all the time.
(I'm learning things about myself, even now, putting some of this in writing for the first time. I knew most of it, but not connected all of the dots throughout my life)
Acknowledging there is a mental side to being (forcibly) socialised as a man, w/r/t life in general, but sports in particular is good.
It is an aspect that is much more important than people want to give it credit.
It is indelibly part of "male privilege", and that is as uncomfortable a discussion as "white privilege" for most.
I "taught" myself to be competitive; it was never "inside of me", but I gathered from all of the men and boys around me, that "being competitive" was required.
I never wanted to best OTHERS, I wanted to beat (in positive and negative connotations) myself. See the going in the red when doing long distance running and cycling.
It never remotely compared with what society and cisgender men consider "competitive" (beating the other, coming out victorious).
Let's call my version "competitive light".
That one competitive round we played together, TDTM I in 2013, with Barrett Johnson and Feldberg. Do you know how I went into that round?
"Okay, Feldberg is 1039 rated, I am 860 rated. I figure it's a bit harder as a course (it turned out to be 8 points per stroke difference) that should be about 22-24 strokes difference separating us by the time we're done with hole 18, and that will give me my player rating as a round rating if I can keep it in that 22-24 difference range. Let's go!"
We were 24 strokes apart after round 1. I played 868 (+8) disc golf, and I was proud of my accomplishment.
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There is a "nature" component to my transition too.
Pre HRT, I peaked at a 905 rating in 2015; I was hoping I could one day hit 915, but it wasn't to be; I spent 6 months as a 900+ man.
Ironically enough, my sliding back under 900 completely overlapped with me learning to accept myself as a woman.
As I - on the mental side - started unlearning "the manly competitiveness", I hovered in the mid 890's, and that was okay.
Fast forward to a year later, the start of HRT, and my ratings free fall started. My max usable distance and stamina were the first to crumble.
I went from easily playing 4 rounds a day to barely making it through the 2nd (by hole 13-15 2nd round, I'd typically lose steam), and my distance went from about 380-390 to 290-300ft.
By the time I was reclassified as "eligible to compete in gender-based divisions", I was as low-rated as 874/869, that was after 16 months of being free of testosterone.
Being able to play in gender-based divisions was a big mental boost for me, but not in the way you'd expect.
"ah, finally not haivng to keep up with the men, I can finally play where I belong" That removed a lot of anxiety and stress for me. I played with less "have to" in my body and mind; I played with "allowed to" in my mind.
The only thing where my disc golf skills improved were "c1 putting" (that had a trickle down effect on part of c2 putting).
I improved there (I started practicing my putting routine) because I understood that I could never outthrow my competition again (I never could, but at least I could sort of keep up). Remember TDTM I? You, Barrett, and Feldberg typically outthrew me by 50-100ft (Barrett sometimes more, he has a looong drive) on the holes that permitted full drives to be sent.
I worked my rating back up to 909 (new max), now 906.
Because of being a proficient c1 putter. (c1x % averages are 80-85, I get 100% occasionally) - HOFC2019, R2, I ranked 4th in c1x, and 2nd in c2, and conesequentially, I ranked 1st in gained putting. I sucked in every other stat.
With my 280-290 drive nowadays, I can outthrow women that are rated well below me, but I end up with shortest drives against women rated like I am (I played Lexington Open last May against Macie Velediaz, Holly Finley, Nina Guerrero, Ali Smith, Taylor Crammer, Stacie Hass) My drives were typically 30-60ft shorter than that of my peers.
TL;DR version.
Yes, "nature" matters in sports. "nurture" does more than we want to admit to.
My story with "nurture" is troubled (decidedly under-performing compared to cis boys, possibly a slight advantage over cis girls) because I had to look for it internally with a torch, and found something that I moulded into "competitiveness" (seen as a male trait), rather than my surrounding stimulating/honing (like happens with boys) what was readily available within.