I've been cross dressing since I was 9 and have seen a few therapists over the years, including as recently as last fall. While, I have been pretty open with them about my CDing, there is something I have never told them, or anyone for that matter. It is not something serious like hurting myself or attempting suicide. (Which I've never done)It is my 1st CDing dream.
Whenever asked about my 1st fantasy or dream by the therapists, I would always tell them about one of the other fantasies or dreams I was having. For some reason sharing this dream with another person scared me to my core, including the therapist I saw last year. I was going to tell her, but before that particular session(in Oct) I had a severe panic attack while in my car in the parking lot. I had to talk myself out of telling her before my shaking body and sweating stopped. This paranoia makes no sense to me and has really affected my mood the last few weeks.
Last week I wrote my dream down in a "Diary" I started at the beginning of the year, hoping by getting it on paper would help. It didn't. So after a weekend of fighting my fear, I've decided that I will share this dream here with you. Even though I haven't posted much here, I visit daily and know what a supportive membership we have here. So with mildly shaking hands, here it is:
First a little backstory about what was going on in my life at the time:
I was raised Roman Catholic, at 8 yrs old I would be receiving my 1st Communion, which is a big deal involving a huge celebration. I had not yet experimented with CDing, and looking back can't remember if I wanted to yet. Since a 1st Communion is a huge event, I was going to need my first suit; so I went shopping with my mom to buy it. It was around this time that I had my 1st dream of cross dressing.
Here it is:
In the dream it is the day of my 1st Communion and I am walking down a flight stairs to make a grand entrance to my family. As I'm walking down the stairs, everyone is clapping, taking pictures & commenting on how pretty I look, nothing out of the ordinary. At the bottom of the stairs, my mom takes me by my hand to a full length mirror. It is at this point where I realize that I am not wearing a suit, but a beautiful silk & lace white dress. I even notice I'm wearing white gloves, which I didn't notice when my mom grabbed my hand. Also, a surprise is a veil that covers my eyes, but I can faintly see my face is made up with very minimal lip color, eye shadow & blush. While in the dream I panic at the fact that I am a "girl" no one else does. Eventually in the dream, I'm at the church with all the other kids. We are told to get into 2 lines, 1 for boys & 1 for girls. Since I look like the girls I get in that line. My mom sees this, comes over and says to me using my given name, that I am in the wrong line and pulls me over into the boys line. Soon after I wake up.
I had that dream or slight variations often at that time. It was about a year later, when I was 9 that I finally experimented by trying on my friend's ballet leotard.
Even reading it now, I'm laughing for being so silly about it, but at the same time there is a knot in the pit of my stomach that still has me nervous about hitting the "Post" button. I can't explain why, but I'm more nervous now than when I was 1st caught 20 yrs ago.
Anyone have insight?