June 16, 2005 3:02 PM BST
Wow!
I never expected to find such a welcoming group of people!
The worst part about being who we are is learning to be so secretive about everything in order to preserve it.
A few of you have requested a bit of an introduction &/or background, so here goes...
Crossdressed for the first time at the tender age of three. Yep. Three (my older sister's ballerina "tutu"). It is the earliest memory I have.
Crossdressed as best I could throughout the "formative years" (basically, every chance I could when my parents weren't home).
Knew I was "different" during Jr. High and H.S., but wasn't sure what in the heck I really "Was." I read some transgender literature from the library when I was 13. It was really a relief to see that I was not alone, and there was a medical diagnosis for how I felt. I wanted desperately to talk with my parents. (I dreamed that it would go something like this: "Hey, there folks. My grades are good. By the way, I really don't think this whole thing about being a guy is so hot. Could you arrange for me to see a doctor, so I can get some hormones and, hopefully not look so much like a guy and not be 6'4" when I come out of this whole puberty thing so that some day, when I'm 18, I could go and be a girl?" Yeah. THAT conversation happened...) LOL
I came to the decision that, as I was already 6' tall, I would make an unconvincing woman and decided that I must continue down the path of life as a man, just one with a private side that was best kept personal.
Years came and went, college came and went, girlfriends came and went, yet the one thing that stayed the same was the crossdressing. It was the only time I felt happy with the world.
After a two year stint without a girlfriend (I was really into the CD "scene"), I accidentally met my wife at work. I thought that she was the biggest b* and she thought that I was the biggest a* for about 6 months. Then we met up at a club, agreed to put our hatchets down, and actually sat down and talked. For about 6 hours.
We did the same routine for a few nights, and, as they say, the rest is history.
After two years, we were married. And during that time, and for a couple years after, the CD "urge" was very minimal. I thought that, perhaps, what was wrong all these years was the lack of love from the right woman.
Yeah, right... LOL
The "urge" came back, stronger than ever. I "squeeked" by on some fairly androgenous outfits to keep things discreet and under control, but always had "the stash" of clothes hidden in the attic.
One day, my wife came home early from work, and although I was able to change quick enough before she entered the house (we have a long driveway and live in the country), I was a bit out of breath from rushing around.
She asked what was wrong with me, and, frustrated, upset and tired of always lying, I told her. Everything. We laid on the bed and talked for about 3 hours.
Well, that was three years ago, and now I am in uncharted territory as an "out" TG/TS/TV/whatever with a semi-accepting wife and very accepting daughter.
SO... there's my novella, and this is who I am. I hope it wasn't too wordy or boring.
Hopefully this can be of some help to someone somewhere...
Sincerely,
Kari