Hi Everyone,
First post, hope it's in the correct section, so please be gentle, and I apologise for the length of the post in advance. Little hard to know where to start, but after having spent a fair bit of time "lurking" and searching in forums and google in general, attempting to piece together a comparable set of circumstances, mindsets etc. from other posts, to try and figure out what's going on in my head, I thought I'd try and put together a summary which hopefully people might be able to help me interpret or give insight to that I might be overlooking.
So to cut a long story short, I'm pretty sure I'm trans to some degree and in some variation, but beyond that, I struggle to define it any further.
I'm in my 30's, with a loving family, a large group of varied and awesome male and female friends, a loving wife of 3 years (we've been together for 8 years), a job I'm happy enough with, and (not in my own words) I'm a pretty happy, friendly, caring person to be around. I would say I don't really have too much complain about.
I've always been a somewhat less blokey bloke than a number of people I know...I'm quite empathic and a good listener, not particularly confrontational, have never been interested in things like football (playing or watching), but I do still tick a lot of boxes. I'm a petrolhead, I enjoy computer games etc., I guess I'm competitive when I'm in the right mood, and no one would ever call me "camp" in terms of mannerisms, voice etc.. Externally I'm just a guy. I'm 100% hetero, I've only ever had girlfriends (and my wife now), and have never been interested in men "that way", be they straight or otherwise.
So now I've got the bit I understand out the way, here's the rest....
I've dabbled with cross-dressing for years on and off. It's always been a private thing, which I think started around the age of 10 or 11. The earlier instances involved things like my Mum's bras and a couple of dresses/skirts. In my teens, I bought a few items of my own, mostly underwear based, if for no other reason, it kept the size of the private stash down, and made it possible to occasionally wear out of the house with minimal risk of discovery.
I moved into my own place in my early 20's, and the stash remained....Small, but ever present. I'd sometimes go a few months without feeling the need, then other times, it would be 3 times in a week. Some of the time, it was maybe what you'd call a fetish thing, so say stockings/suspenders and some *ahem* pleasuring, so for probably the last 10 or even 15 years, I've just chalked it up to that, and not thought much more of it. But on reflection, there's been quite a few other times when, for example, I wore a nightie when sleeping that night or even just pottering about at home, or a pair of tights under my jeans when going out for the day. At times like this, there was very little sexual reasoning behind it, it just made me feel all warm and relaxed inside. I don't think I thought into it too much because of the way it made me feel.
That's been the status quo for a long while.
Recently, I found out someone I know (not that well) is MTF. I found her attractive before knowing this (I'm only a "window-shopper", and very faithful to my wife), and when I found out, if anything, I'm now finding her more attractive in my mind. This sparked off many hours of reading things on the Internet. This isn't the first time this has happened in my life. 15 years ago, someone I knew as Male initially started going through a MTF transition, and while there was no attraction there before or after, again at the time, I spent quite some time reading up on the internet. I do this a lot with many things as I just like to understand stuff, but I've noted that the time I spent/spend on this subject is a bit more than average. I've always found myself extremely accepting of the concept of transgender/transsexual from even a young age, and have been surprised over the years about the relative lack of understanding and acceptance from even close friends that are very open-minded on many other subjects.
What my recent run of research has turned up that has caught me completely offguard, is that I've read a question asked in a number of different ways, but to paraphrase..."If you could press a button, and choose to be the opposite physical sex, but with your life and friends developed pretty much the same way, and with complete acceptance, would you?". The first time I read it, it took me maybe 3 seconds to answer "yes" in my head. Having re-hashed that question in my head several times since, the answer is the same. Even as I'm typing it now, I'm getting a sort of mild nervousness washing over me while thinking about it, but the answer is the same.
I can't explain why. I'm happy as a man, at least by every measure I apply to myself in everyday life. I'm a bit overweight, but I'm content with that. I've never even come close to disliking my man parts, but in the back of my mind, I know I'd prefer to be a woman. The closest thing to depression I've ever suffered was a couple of months following the loss of my Dad to cancer, where I became very down, insomnia bouts etc.. But that was only 10 years ago, long after what I describe above started, and after a couple of months it subsided, and I went back to being myself.
I've always been thought of as a cornerstone of logic, support and reasoning by my friends with quotes like "the most stable one of the lot of us", and being quite self-analytical, I'd be inclined to agree. If I am in fact suffering from any sort of dysphoria, it's not something I've picked up on to any degree in my life. And yet I can't shake this thought in the back of my head. And now that I think of it, I've had flashes of the same feeling for years. Very fleeting, no particular emotional after-effect other than perhaps a very minor feeling of sadness or disappointment. But it's there.
Another thing my resarch led me to, was some before/after MTF picture threads. I found myself getting unexpectedly emotional over a few of these. Hard to describe, but the best attempt at putting it into words is that I found myself feeling very happy for the people in the pictures, but also somewhat in awe of what they'd achieved, with maybe just a tiny hint of envy.
That's about all I can think of at the moment. I apologise if I've made any unwanted generalisations/stereotyping etc., and/or presented info that seems completely out of place.
This is just me brain-dumping a collection of things that I feel might be relevant/helpful to any onlooker wanting to have a stab at re-shuffling this information into something more meaningful.
Thanks in advance for any comments...I of course welcome questions etc.