Hi everyone
I am totally new here, very unsure, very confused and well just lost.
I am a 36yr old female (born female) currently in a long term relationship with a woman. This year has been a very rough one with a lot of depression, anxiety and generally feeling very bad. My GP has been helping me with that and last week she asked me why I was always so tough on myself. My reply "because I feel like I don't fit my gender". I don't really know where it came from, but can see its always been there. I don't have a feeling of being trapped or in the wrong body, but I don't identify as being female.
As a child I hated anything girly to the point of dresses and skirts making me cry. All I wanted was to wear boys clothes, have my hair short and run around playing soldiers. The day my parents told me I could no longer go without a top was gutting for me. They explained I would have to at least wear a vest when playing outside. They bought me an army coloured one and all was sorted. This continued in to my teens, but I always assumed I was just a tom boy. Puberty didn't freak me out and I've never longed for male genitals. However....I would love a male chest...oh how I would love to be able to just wear a pair of board shorts on the beach !
I came out as gay at 17 and then started to experiment with how I dressed. I had my hair cut short, wore boxers, mens clothes and was happy. Then I met my current partner, who didn't approve of the men's clothes. I know now I shouldn't have changed, but I would have done anything to get her...and I guess we've all been there! So, the boxers, loose jeans and aftershave all went. I grew my hair long and tried to be as feminine as possible.
This was ok (ish) but things kept nudging my conscience. I had this real aversion to girls clothes still. To the point where anything too feminine still made me cry. Makeup just felt stupid and totally wrong. I ignored this, until I saw a program called "My Transsexual summer" on the tv and straight away felt a kind of similarity to Lewis, a FTM guy on there. I was even envious of him and secretly wished I could escape my life for a weekend occasionally to live as a male. Still I squashed all these feelings, forgot about it. The next thing that happened was my partners son needed some new boxers. The ones we got, he didn't like and so the unworn ones sat by the front door ready for the charity bag. I longed to have them, to take them and hide them. For me to wear, to feel right. I didn't, I ignored them, I got on with my life.
Then that Drs appointment happened and now my brain has gone into overdrive !! Is this the cause of a lifetime of anxiety and self loathing....could I even consider this...what would my family say...my friends...my parents. I'm just so confused !!
Apologies for such a long first post...it all just came out :