I'm seeing her because of anxiety and depression issues. There are other causes for that, it's not just dysphoria, but this one plays a huge role. I am extremely unhappy with this body. This is how I figured out my only option is transition if I don't want to live a miserable life. I feel like I'm dragging myself through life right now, without actually living. It's a horrible feeling and a large part of it is caused by me being trans (specifically by physical and social dysphoria).
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I can commiserate as I just went to the therapist yesterday. I am learning so much about myself and how not facing my true feelings has made my life a living hell. She submitted, I married the first time to put up a false front, Something I was predisposed to. My sexual confusion and how living up to my wife's sexual expectations. When we were dating we had sex every time we met. We only saw each other twice a week. When we got married I had to perform every night. I was not up to the challenge and found sex in bed was like sex in hell. I hated it. We had always had sex in my backseat. Keeping one eye open for the cops we would go to Belmont Shores and the Lakewood Drive In. When we married I brought along the baggage of my childhood. One where there was no show of affection between my Mother and Dad. Mom had an affair with one of the neighbor kids that resulted in a baby that was supposedly stillborn. Mom would discipline with a belt or a branch off the apricot tree. She didn't really take care of where it landed. I never felt love before so how could I possibly understand the finer points of love to show my wife. At the end I was trying to get my wife's attention by putting on her makeup. That's how I got my Moms attention and her affection.
My sister is beautiful, blond, talented. She was 5 years older than myself. Such a fuss was made over her and the folks were always involved with her projects. She was a dancer, drum major, champion baton twirler, beauty contestant, and actress. My Mom would dress me in sisters costumes complete with make up ala Toddlers and tiara's. Then she would make a big fuss over how cute I was.
Although all through grade school I mainly played with the girls I didn't know what was happening to me. All I knew is that the girls were fun. They played jacks, foursquare, hop scotch and dressed up. I always had to be the Dad though. I hadn't realized I was different. As I grew up I began to dress up on my own about 12 or so. I was 6'2' and 140 lbs. I would dress for compliments whether it was from Mom or myself looking in the mirror. Buy 18 it was a full on passion and I was still 6 years away from getting married. It was at this point the therapist said that i should have considered a sex change. Problem was it was pretty much taboo. I mean I heard of Christine Jorgensen but she was about it. Then in the 70's there was Renee Richards. In the early 80's there was Tula Causey, it was seeing Tula the first time I believe on Maury Povich, but I remember whomever it was was dumbstruck by her beauty.
I used to pray for a sex change, pray for breasts, pray to have a baby. I guess God was busy with Republican politicians because zilch happened until I was 42. At 42 I developed Congestive Heart Failure and was prescribed Spiro because it's primary use is as a diuretic. Through the subsequent 25 years because of spiro I now have breasts.(God does have a sense of humor) I'll never be compared to Dolly or Kim but the suckers are visible. (pun intended).
Long story short I am now 64 years old and cannot take hormones The best I can do is cross dress and be thought of as a pervert and a danger to women and children. I have lived the painful life of secrecy. I have no real friends to speak of because I have distanced myself to keep anyone from finding out. The one constant though is the strength my wife has shown and compassion towards my situation. She does understand how it all came about.
Don't do as I did and wait until you cannot absorb the male experience. I tried to alter my voice. From a deep HO HO HO to something resembling PeeWee Herman. I now have wrinkles and my wrinkles have wrinkles. The only thing I could pass is gas.
I just wish I would have talked to someone sooner or that I knew such a website as Susan's existed. You all have been so helpful. Although HRT and SRS are no longer an opportunity, I will support your decision and I will work to make sure our voices are heard.