First - let me apologize for the length of my introduction; I'm finding that writing this is very therapeutic.
Born biologically Male 53 years ago. That's the only thing I'm pretty sure about. My story...
I was always a "cute" kid, blond hair, and skinny. I'm the youngest of three kids. My brother and sister are 6 and 7 years older than me. I'm emotionally close with my sister (I have confided in her my suspensions of Transgender thoughts) and not very close to my brother. My parents are still alive and are set in their ways. I see them maybe once per year as they are 1000 miles away doing their own thing. I've been married to my wife for 30+ years and we have two fantastic grown (out of the house on their own) kids.
It wasn't until recently (a few months) that I started to put together the pieces of my life after my wife, innocently, asked one day "you don't seem happy sometimes." So I started to reflect on my life and feelings (internally to myself) and WHAM it hit me, I don't like what reflects in the mirror. Then the task was to figure out why. As I started to look back some of my earliest thoughts started to come back to me. When I was really young (8 yo maybe) I remember asking my mother if I was supposed to be a girl. Her reaction was to "laugh it off" and say "no." My mom, as most mothers, were all-knowing. I took her word for it.
All throughout elementary school, I remember constantly hearing, "you would make a pretty girl." My reaction would always be embarrassment, denial or laugh it off, but I'm thinking now, the silent voice in my head was getting stronger by each of those comments. Growing up I remember clearly ONE TIME trying on my mother's clothes. I remember thinking - this is fun but these clothes don't fit.
Jump ahead to about 5 or 6 years ago; the kids are out of the house with lots of time with my wife. We would go to the mall or where ever and I would always suggest looking for clothes for her. For no reason other than she's attractive and I like seeing her in nice clothes. At this point I'm not having thoughts of Gender Dysphoria or being Transgender; but rather jealousy and envy. We actually talk a lot about "that girl's outfit or her shoes ... " etc.
As luck would have it my wife went away for few days on a trip that I declined to join her 6 months prior. While she was away I made a trip to the Goodwill stores in the area and picked up two pairs of heels, one dress and two skirts. Then a trip to a neighboring Walmart for panties and bra. What surprised me the most during the Walmart trip was that I was not all that nervous. Sure the heart was beating, but more excited than nervous. My attitude was - so what I'm buying panties and a bra.
After wearing the dress around the house one day I found it to be "settling" and "comforting." The next morning I woke up early, put the dress back on and for a drive. I even took a short walk while I was out. (note: driving a stick shift in heels is interesting.) It felt liberating to say the least.
When I first started writing this I was VERY troubled with how to proceed and let my wife know. She means more to me than anything else and I'm not willing to risk losing her. However; I believe I have worked out a solution: Professional help. I've seen that same comment on many posts here (thank you). She opened the door with "Sometimes you don't seem happy." My very delayed response will be "I think I want to see someone about it."
Thank you for the forum to do a brain dump.
P.J.