Scary when they do that. Pretty standard when I worked/trained though sometimes I heard words. Not often mind.
Most decided I was a bloke with breasts or, lesbian to accept me
(back when such things weren’t acceptable which says A LOT) otherwise they couldn’t cope; then there was parents evening when one of my tutors told them I was cool, first one to pass and all that! Then they felt it necessary to quantify what ‘first one’ meant and said they’d never met a lesbian before.. it did NOT go down well. At all. My mum was already severely concerned that I’d not slept with all the guys on my course and this cemented that I must be gay. Decades later they still don’t believe I’m not gay.. The tutors bravery for using words (usually it was just grunts with me) was to be fired and I had to sit through excruciating conversation about therapy would ‘fix me’ but they were sorry to see me go (I went nowhere; even less words after that).Sometimes it’s best to grunt if words aren’t your thing!
