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Did you not realize you were TS for a long time?

Started by Lucy Ross, July 28, 2017, 11:36:57 PM

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Michelle_P

Our best data shows that gender identity begins to crystallize at about age 2, and is well formed by age 6 for most people. There's actual research behind this, and this years Gender Spectrum conference covered this in the annual review of the current state of scientific research on gender.

I don't have the paper in my phone, sorry, but it can be obtained through the conference web site. Google is your friend.


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My personal transition path included medical changes.  The path others take may require no medical intervention, or different care.  We each find our own path. I provide these dates for the curious.
Electrolysis - Hours in The Chair: 238 (8.5 were preparing for GCS, five clearings); On estradiol patch June 2016; Full-time Oct 22, 2016; GCS Oct 20, 2017; FFS Aug 28, 2018; Stage 2 labiaplasty revision and BA Feb 26, 2019
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Zoetrope

I don't think I am being mean or unsupportive in having a different point of view.

My approach to the question is philosophical. I don't see how it is possible to 'know' something, without fully understanding what it means - especially something like gender or identity, which has meanings on an interpersonal and societal level, as well as on an internalized level.

It's not even a trans-specific situation. Look at all the adult cis people who are still trying to figure out what it means to be a man ... what it means to be a woman ... what their place is ... as they sift through all the social data and conflicting norms out there ...

To each their own opinion!
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Bari Jo

This is such a difficult concept of gender identity.  I do agree that some people can be mature for their age, and some not so.  Also, it can be a struggle when your family thinks you are one way, yet society thinks you are another.  I for one didn't know about gender identity.  I was naive.  However my parents knew early on that I was basically being a girl.  I'd cross dress, cook, sew, am an artist.  My sisters didn't even want to do that stuff.  I was offered repeatedly by my parents to take hormones to become a girl.  Then offered again, just to delay puberty so I could decide later when I was older.  All that talk scared me so much I went with what society expected.  That gave me thirty years of denial, repression and pain till I'm deciding on my own to change.  So did I know at that age?  Maybe, but societal influence is strong.  I'll tell you and I think I can speak for all the girls that are transitioning late in life.  We are jealous of the young that transitioned early, oh so jealous.  That can translate to pain, hurt feelings, etc when questioned why we didn't overcome before.  Believe me, the pain is there, and it only becomes worse.

Anyway, rant off.  I hope you youngins are accepting of the rest of us.  We are already isolated, but are trying to do what's right for us.

With that I'll go to a support group and find out its all roses.  Here's hoping!
you know how far the universe extends outward? i think i go inside just as deep.

10/11/18 - out to the whole world.  100% friends and family support.
11/6/17 - came out to sister, best day of my life
9/5/17 - formal diagnosis and stopping DIY in favor if prescribed HRT
6/18/17 - decided to stop fighting the trans beast, back on DIY.
Too many ups and downs, DIY, purges of self inbetween dates.
Age 10 - suppression and denial began
Age 8 - knew I was different
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Zoetrope

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DawnOday

Quote from: Zoetrope on August 17, 2017, 05:55:42 PM
I don't think I am being mean or unsupportive in having a different point of view.

My approach to the question is philosophical. I don't see how it is possible to 'know' something, without fully understanding what it means - especially something like gender or identity, which has meanings on an interpersonal and societal level, as well as on an internalized level.

It's not even a trans-specific situation. Look at all the adult cis people who are still trying to figure out what it means to be a man ... what it means to be a woman ... what their place is ... as they sift through all the social data and conflicting norms out there ...

To each their own opinion!

I knew early on like kindergarten. It was not my choice but rather it was predetermined. I knew at seven I liked wearing my sisters costumes. She was so pretty and being the middle kid I felt left out. By the time I was thirteen I was dressing several days a week. By 18 I was praying to somehow snap fingers and convert. Because at the time that was about the only way you were going to get a sex change. Around this time I found a girl I liked a lot, we got married but I could not give her the love and affection she deserved because I was always dreaming of being someone else. I had defects and later my latent heart disease became a problem. By now I was dressing 4-5 times a week while my new wife was at work I stopped for awhile to raise the kids. Last year I started really questioning. I had been to therapy about six different times but could never state why I was actually there. I came clean and with the therapist and we came to the conclusion I was born this way. Further research explained that my mother may have been administered DES (synthetic female hormones) at rates 3000 to 5000 times the amount in a birth control pill. From about week eight of gestation to the end of pregnancy these massive amounts  fueled the development of my brain. There it was I was a boy with a girly brain. I like cooking, I have no muscles, never have, I suck at math, I like decorating, not that into sports except baseball. So very non aggressive. I cried a lot. Had my feelings hurt often, teased in the locker room. Was miserable but had no answers. Surgery was not a widely known possibility. As luck would have it I stumbled upon Susans and I confessed my confusion and did not think I could do anything about it. Then Dena replied and gave me hope. That was about 15 months ago. Yesterday was my one year anniversary on hormone therapy. The way i feel now is the way I should have felt all life long. When I started hormones I felt I was being reacquainted with my past. If  I could have surgery I surely would. I feel I have to make up for lost time but it has always something I did in private but I knew I was not just a crossdresser, I just knew there was reasoning behind it.
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First indication I was different- 1956 kindergarten
First crossdress - Asked mother to dress me in sisters costumes  Age 7
First revelation - 1982 to my present wife
First time telling the truth in therapy June 15, 2016
Start HRT Aug 2016
First public appearance 5/15/17



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Zoetrope

Sure, we receive plenty of confirmation of our gender during our teenage years, adolescence and even later on, as we progress through life and our experiences accumulate - I certainly won't dispute that!

But how can we 'just know' at age 6 or younger, when we have only just begun to learn what gender means - or who we even are for that matter? That is my question ...
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Michelle_P

In my case I didn't just know anything at age 6. We didn't have the language or concepts. I did know that as little kids got bigger we would change. I hoped that I would change, and be a girl. All I knew was that I had a little bump of tissue that girls didn't have, and maybe it would shrink away or fall off as I grew.

A few yardsticks broken across my wrist convinced me to not talk about this, and some of what I heard on the playground back in 1959 told me my dream wouldn't be happening. I still had the discomfort and sense that something was wrong, and it got worse when I was about 13.

At 15 I was caught dressing, grounded (no more bus rides into SF and friendly queens), taken to see doctors who just talked and never examined me, and eventually got regular "vitamin shots, so you'll grow up right", as Dad said. The parish priest counseled me, and the pedophiles at the all-male high school raped me.

Pretty routine childhood, really. I don't see how it could possibly have affected the possibility of my coming out. [emoji849]

Life was different 50 years ago. Being us, trying to come out, could be dangerous. Things started to improve in the 1970s with the Benjamin Protocols and various improvements, and old ideas in psychotherapy falling by the wayside.

I may have hit some worst case conditions, but it kept me in hiding too long. I'm doing better now and fighting hard to ensure it never happens to anyone else. 


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My personal transition path included medical changes.  The path others take may require no medical intervention, or different care.  We each find our own path. I provide these dates for the curious.
Electrolysis - Hours in The Chair: 238 (8.5 were preparing for GCS, five clearings); On estradiol patch June 2016; Full-time Oct 22, 2016; GCS Oct 20, 2017; FFS Aug 28, 2018; Stage 2 labiaplasty revision and BA Feb 26, 2019
Michelle's personal blog and biography
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rmaddy

Quote from: DawnOday on August 17, 2017, 08:55:11 PMI like cooking, I have no muscles, never have, I suck at math, I like decorating, not that into sports except baseball. So very non aggressive. I cried a lot. Had my feelings hurt often, teased in the locker room.

I'm not sure what anything on this list has to do with gender.   ???
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Zoetrope

Lol, well said rmaddy :~)

I might add, I know a handful of cross-dressers who routinely raided their mother's wardrobe throughout childhood - yet they identify solidly as male. For them, dressing up is a kink ... something to break up their alpha-businessman lives ... it isn't an indicator of their gender.

What we do / what he have done rarely tells the full story of who we are!
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Lisa_K

Quote from: Zoetrope on August 18, 2017, 01:53:00 AM
No - I wouldn't tell you what to believe - but it is not my personal belief that a person can have a fully formed concept of their gender and identity after one year of kindergarten.

Being an only child that grew up on a rural Ohio farm, I didn't really understand that I wasn't a girl or what was different about being a boy until I started kindergarten and had to segregate into the boy's line, etc. Then it became all too depressingly clear that what I knew in my heart to be true wasn't exactly seen the same way by others. I had no concept of "gender" or even the foggiest clue about "identity" but I knew for certain I was not the same as other boys regardless of what I looked like. To me, I was just one of the girls with short hair and different clothes and what  body parts I had hadn't even come into the picture at that point until I figured out those were the things that made me not a girl. Fully formed, conceptualized or identified or not, I knew in my spirit and soul that I was meant to be born a girl. How did I know this? I have absolutely no idea, I just did and always have. It isn't something I have questioned that has always been a constant.

You've mentioned it has taken a lifetime for you to question and figure these things out and it seems impossible for you to believe someone has always known from a young age. By the same token, I find it hard to believe it takes someone being an adult before what they are comes into question or becomes a problem. This is NOT meant to be derogatory but If indeed one's sense of their own gender comes into focus between 2 and 4 years old, how is it that it takes someone 30, 40 or 50 years with a wife and kids before it becomes an issue? Being a boy/man or girl/woman to me seems pretty fundamental to one's life, it sure was to mine and for those folks that have had cross gender ideation since childhood and didn't do anything about it, all I can wonder is why or how they didn't if it was really that important to them? 

I'm familiar with all the reasons. Unsupportive parents, incompatible environments, social pressures, fears of being different, ridicule, shame, religion, confusion, it couldn't be done or was too hard in the past and the list goes on and on, etc., etc. Intellectually I can understand these things and have a certain degree of empathy for those that struggle with these things later in life and my point in this discussion is not to diminish or demean anyone else's experience or feelings but when someone tells me I was too young to know my own, that I was mistaken or don't know what I'm talking about, how can that not put me on the defensive? In my earliest and only memories, I've always known myself to be a girl and nothing else. This is indisputable whether others believe it or not. My actions, interests, manner, interactions and friendships have reflected this completely my entire life. Think what you will about this. I know where I've been. Although transgender and transition weren't the words we used in my family back then, I began actively transitioning 47 years ago, started hormones 45 years ago at 17, had surgery 40 years ago at 22 and have had a lifetime lived as a woman from my teenage years to reflect on all this. That gender identity I had at 5 or 6 has remained solid and consistent for me as it will be for my forever. There's hardly room for anyone to disagree with this.

QuoteAt that stage we have yet to experience the flux of hormones and puberty, we have yet to learn beyond the very basics what gender means in society, and we have yet to experience much of life. I don't think preferring this item of clothing over that, or this toy over another, is a solid indicator of gender identity.

Granted, clothes and toys don't mean much but you've got to concede that these expressions can be at least a fair indicator of what's going on inside especially when these expressions are noticeably atypical to the point of causing social disruption. Also, discounting the lives and existence of pre-pubescent transgender children won't win you many friends among that demographic or their parents. Coming from that background I can say that your belief that a person can't really know what gender they are until puberty and the influences of sexuality come into the picture is simply inaccurate. All this influx of hormones did for me was make me suicidally depressed, further alienated me from my own physicality and only exacerbated the pain of who I was and how I was seen by others which by that point was completely androgynous and queer, which was to say the least, not very popular in the 1960's. This was the most distressing time in my life, not something that reinforced having a male gender identity in any respects. Quite the contrary, in fact. It only strengthened my resolve that things were fundamentally wrong and needed to be fixed.

QuoteSure, we receive plenty of confirmation of our gender during our teenage years, adolescence and even later on, as we progress through life and our experiences accumulate - I certainly won't dispute that!

But how can we 'just know' at age 6 or younger, when we have only just begun to learn what gender means - or who we even are for that matter? That is my question ...

Haven't non-trans people figured these things out by then? Did they need to understand the sociological implications of gender or have their entire lives and identity figured out? Didn't the things Michelle_P posted about the formation and establishment of gender identity mean anything to you or is that just rubbish because you believe it can't be true?

In spite of the odds or what you believe possible I have always known myself to be a girl in heart and mind. Never in any of my memories have I believed myself to be anything else and this was something far more than just internalized feelings. My parents had been taking me to psychiatrists from the time I was ten years old because my distress was palpable and when I did declare at fifteen that I was going to live the rest of my life as a girl why there was no resistance or surprise. What I was had always been obvious and yes, even as a six year old.

Just as I am expected to understand how others have experienced and dealt with their own transness even though it doesn't all make sense to me and seems foreign because it is so different from what I've been through, I'd appreciate the same level respect for my own experiences and feelings however different from your own they may be.

Let's all hold hands now and sing Kumbaya or something.
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Cindy

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I shall say again to be respectful and to read ToS. This site is welcoming to all gender diverse people and I will not have disparaging remarks made about anyone.

I shall also point out that what is culturally normal now, particularly in progressive, welcoming socio-economic environments is not and was not in anyway accepted in other environments.

We do have current members in certain countries who have been forced into mental institutions (and worse) for coming out as TG. Be glad that you live where you are.

It is also very well known and researched that gender identity forms at an early age but can however remain fluid throughout adolescence. This is a major problem in the diagnosis and treatment of young transgender people.

Repression of gender identity by such tortures that Michelle and others of her age group went through was sadly common. The bravery of women such as her should be carved into our own wall of remembrance and be thankful that you never went through such treatment.

Please be considerate in your ongoing discussion as I am looking at this thread and how people are expressing themselves closely and with sadness and flashbacks.

Cindy
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Zoetrope

That's a very long response Lisa_K ... so I think I will cut to the chase ...

People have different roads, different priorities in life, different personal meanings for things, and any honest academic knows all studies are open to critique.

I'll stick to my guns and believe what feels true to me, keep questioning things which don't add up, and I want everybody to have the freedom to do the same!
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Zoetrope

My story in a tiny bit more detail ... hope this makes it a little easier to understand!

I had been cross-dressing on and off from my late teens, and it escalated in my early 30s. Things got to the stage where I was living a double life ... I felt relaxed and free with my expression as Zoe ... and in my daily working life I was counting down the hours to go home, feeling stuffed inside a box.

This began affecting my relationships and my happiness in general. I still didn't have a concept that I was transgender, because I hadn't been exposed to it before, and I didn't know about the options. It was off my radar and I simply thought I was a high-strung cross-dresser.

It was when I opened up and began talking to my doc and my peers that I learned I wasn't alone. Lots of other people have been on my road too. When I learned about the option to transition, that was when the choice came. It wasn't an easy choice and it cost me a lot ... but at least I am myself now and I have peace.

So there you go ... you don't need to 'always know' you are transgender ... for transition to be a really positive move.
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Nina

Quote from: Zoetrope on August 18, 2017, 04:35:22 AM
My story in a tiny bit more detail ... hope this makes it a little easier to understand!

I had been cross-dressing on and off from my late teens, and it escalated in my early 30s. Things got to the stage where I was living a double life ... I felt relaxed and free with my expression as Zoe ... and in my daily working life I was counting down the hours to go home, feeling stuffed inside a box.

This began affecting my relationships and my happiness in general. I still didn't have a concept that I was transgender, because I hadn't been exposed to it before, and I didn't know about the options. It was off my radar and I simply thought I was a high-strung cross-dresser.

It was when I opened up and began talking to my doc and my peers that I learned I wasn't alone. Lots of other people have been on my road too. When I learned about the option to transition, that was when the choice came. It wasn't an easy choice and it cost me a lot ... but at least I am myself now and I have peace.

So there you go ... you don't need to 'always know' you are transgender ... for transition to be a really positive move.

My gosh, your story is nearly identical to me:
As a kid, I crossdressed, but didn't know why. Through my 20's, 30's I would dress once a year. Dressing wasn't important, and only until I met with a gender therapist and she asked me what role clothes played, did I learn that I wasn't "just" a cross dresser. I learned what transgender meant, and that transition was a real thing.
It's been 10 years since the therapy, so hard to believe how far I've come. Transition wise, I have nothing to accomplish...just living life to the fullest.
2007/8 - name change, tracheal shave, electrolysis, therapy
2008 - full time
2014 - GCS Dr. Brassard; remarried
2018 (January)  - hubby and I moved off-grid
2019 - plan originally was to hike PCT in 2020, but now attempting Appalachian Trail - start date April 3.
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Jacqueline

Hi all,

Not here to confuse anyone. I can certainly understand both sides of this discussion. I am just here to add my experiences fairly truncated. I am one of the older members that did not "Know" when I was young. Not entirely true, I knew something was wrong. I just could not pinpoint it. I think a large part of the "older transitioners" will get what I'm about to write. I just want others to try to understand this is what it was like for many of us.

I never understood the segregating of boys and girls when it started to happen. In the same way that I never understood what all the plastic vegetables in kindergarten were for(really, if you don't remember/experience this- in our toy cubbies were plastic corn, carrots, lettuce and cabbage). You could throw and catch them, you could pretend to eat them but they looked like they were still growing. I lived in an area where we would have planted seeds and grown things in class. What was the point? Why pretend to pick or grow them? Why separate us?

I think that was the last time I felt normal. I did try on clothing, habitually. This is around 7 or 8. Not driven by a sexual motivation(took me about 42 years to figure/remember that). I was caught. It was made very dirty and clear that boys do not wear those things. That didn't make sense either but I wanted to fit. I wanted to be what my Mom and Dad wanted. I wanted to be a good boy. I wanted to be happy.

I was not abused. I was not terribly punished(outside of the self imposed guilt that was established by these rules). By all recollections of myself and others I was seen as a delightfully smart little boy with cute cheeks and a tendency to be very serious. I smiled and enjoyed friends and games when I could. I just did not fit in. In the "WASP" ish culture where I grew up , there were no words for what I felt.  I knew all along, that I did not fit but faked it. I guess I had heard of a few of the sex changes, but with the way the news covered that sort of thing, it was sexualized, and seen as a freak show. Normal people didn't do that. So, while I was fascinated by this (and had been since then), I couldn't be one of "those". I was a good ....boy. Sometimes I was a "pervert" but I couldn't let anyone else know or see that. I just had to try harder.

Everything
I described continued like this through college. I had a few girl friends. I had a little physical intimacy but nothing seemed genuine. I ended up dating my best friend. We dated a long time and got married. She once caught me with some of her things in the first year or so of marriage. I hated myself so much and did not want to lose my best friend and wanted to pull that memory of sight from her brain. Oh, and please God, don't let her tell anyone. She didn't, she almost forgot all about this. She has loved and supported me through our times together. She is my best friend.

Sooner or later another decade or two passed. I had created a shell, puppet or avatar that was me. That is who the world interacted with. I still didn't "Know I was a girl". Toward the end of my forties, my wife really wanted me to go to a therapist. She could see the dark, terrible place I had entered and I had lost pretty much all of my fun.  We had three daughters at this point. I was responsible to my family. Of the three siblings in my family, my wife and I were the only stable relationship of either side of the family.

Raising kids is exhausting for both parents(I can barely imagine how single parents do this). I pulled my puppet around me tighter and made adjustments to be a father. When no one was around, I would dress, write dialogues to myself and increase my guilt and feelings of being self loathing and worthlessness. Now I was afraid of people finding out I was a phony and undeserving of anything good. My kids are pretty brilliant(as a parent you think I have to say that but they really seem to be-maybe that's just biology talking). After dressing, or hiding notes to myself, I would break down without crying(was not able to cry till I turned 50 and started therapy). I had become very good at maintaining what felt like an empty shell. I still didn't "know". I just knew I was sometimes a pervert. I disconnected most genuine feelings and went through the motions and wasted much of my life just marking time.

At 50 I read some more articles about trans people and cross dressers.  I wanted to end this life but knew my insurance would not pay if any one found out it was a suicide. I hated myself for being a coward. I also wanted to get my girls through college. I was an empty shell spinning in circles logically and emotionally while time did not wait for me to figure it out. I had never been to a therapist. However, I finally believed what I had read of other's experiences. I was a pervert and a cross dresser. I went and asked how to cure this....

For younger folks who realized at an early age, this may seem pathetic and sad. I won't argue. I have done very good work in my job. I am proud of my children. Especially the one who just came out as non-binary. Something she has been exploring since before they knew about me. When I grew up, what you were born as is what you were. Each year, I began to close off more, drink and self medicate more and figure ways to make it look like an accident.

The older I get, the less I can push it down. If you push it down here, it starts popping out there. It's like taking "goop" in both hands. Try to squeeze it as hard as you can without any coming out....

Now, every step I take. Strips away the puppet. I started feeling things which was almost a disaster. However, I am seeing glimpses of me. I never recognized myself in a mirror. I just saw the puppet. Now his strings are finally being cut.

I hope that helps some of you understand.

With warmth,

Jacqueline
1st Therapy: February 2015
First Endo visit & HRT StartJanuary 29, 2016
Jacqueline from Joanna July 18, 2017
Full Time June 1, 2018





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KathyLauren

Jacqueline, thank you for that.  Your story almost perfectly describes mine (though no kids for me). 

It is all too common for us to grow up knowing that something was "not right" about us without knowing what.  And by calling it "not right" (i.e. wrong), as we did, you can see how we created our own barriers to finding out what it was about.  Whatever it was, we grew up wanting to be rid of it, wanting to be "right" like everyone else.  We tried so hard to push it away from us.  So hard.  But, of course, you can't.

Though I can't ever know it from my own experience, I understand how others could have known their true identities from the earliest age.  God, how I envy them!  To have grown up free to be myself...  Oh well, maybe in my next life.

You can't turn back the clock, so I am going to sieze what's left of this life and make the most of it.
2015-07-04 Awakening; 2015-11-15 Out to self; 2016-06-22 Out to wife; 2016-10-27 First time presenting in public; 2017-01-20 Started HRT!!; 2017-04-20 Out publicly; 2017-07-10 Legal name change; 2019-02-15 Approval for GRS; 2019-08-02 Official gender change; 2020-03-11 GRS; 2020-09-17 New birth certificate
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Another Nikki

Jacqueline, I, and I'm sure many others in the over 40 group get it.  Have you read Anne Vitale's work she posts on her website?  When I read her description of what she's coined Group 3, I just started laughing.  I fit at least 80% of what she described there.
"What you know, you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life—that there is something wrong. You don't know what it is, but it's there like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me."
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Jacqueline

Thanks ladies.

I wanted to add something that I was in a rush and forgot to add here.

I think there two root problems that explains the misunderstanding of these older and younger transitioning people(and much of the rest of the world -yup I'm gonna win a Nobel). It is a combination of experience, which includes how one grew up and with what beliefs, disbeliefs and rebellion happens from there. The second is our personalities and how we are able to communicate. Meyers Briggs if you will. Then one more element (ok now she's adding more ingredients), how much we can empathize. Not sympathize. You don't have to like the choices and reasons people have for things. However, are you compassionate enough to see why that is their choice, argument, perspective,...

For a while, and truth be told, even sometimes now. I do feel sorry for myself and the time and potentials I lost. That is not a healthy place to stay. When I came to my big moment of choices it came down to do I want to live a bitter, angry resentful life till I cut it short or do I want to live and feel. Both joy and pain(what I meant in the other post about feeling is that once I started feeling again, while I was depressed before, I wasn't connected. Now I can become despondent) and be able to see light and smile and point out when people have done a great job or need help. Not to mention empathize when folks need it.

K. I'm rambling now. Sorry.

Thanks if you read these long rambling posts. If you did not experience what I did growing up and don't understand.... try what I am suggesting. Imagine you are me when reading my previous post. If you  make it personal it is easier to understand. No one can truly walk in someone another's shoes(well, I often wear his shoes at work still but more often Jacqui's) but we can be on a similar path and see the same markers and what might have taken place.

Finally. Realizing is one thing, knowing is another. It's a long tough road whether you start when you are 4 and finish by 18 or start at whatever decade and continue.

With warmth,

Jacqueline
1st Therapy: February 2015
First Endo visit & HRT StartJanuary 29, 2016
Jacqueline from Joanna July 18, 2017
Full Time June 1, 2018





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Dani2118

As to whether we 'know' we're girls or boys when we're young isn't the point. When we are girls in a boys body it's the world around us by which we see ourselves, like a mirror. Other people treat us like the boy we look like, but it feels off to us. Some us feel this more than others and some of us have different circumstances so that it doesn't become apparent that we're 'that' different for a much longer time. My first indication that I was a girl was my friend saying 'take off your shirt, it's hot out here. My sister did first[she was4]and he yelled 'you cant do that your a girl', to this day I cant go without my shirt on! Later that summer a bunch of us boys were playing around one of them called another one a sissy boy and calling that for three days. That stuck in my soul because to me I was the ultimate sissy, and that was the moment that my 'girl' started going underground and becoming my secret that no one could ever know.       All the information I got from school, T.V., the people around me was that people like me were mentally defective or perverts. I never felt like a pervert or mentally defective, but was terrified they would think I was if they found who I thought I was. We learned about puberty when I was about 13 and 14 and that terrified me too. I learned what it was going to do 'to' me, not 'for' me. And I couldn't stop any of it. I wanted to die. Even with all of that baggage on me I've always been proud to be female even if I didn't look like it! But I have noticed something over these many years, people subconsciously treat me like a woman[it's usually not good], and have any of you been treated subconsciously like women?    So, we 'can' know very early that we're girls but not all of us will. For some it's just an itch in your mind that you just scratch and ignore until you finally have the great revelation 'Oh that's what's wrong with me' 
I finally get to be me, and I don't want today to be my last! That's a very nice feeling.  ;D ;D ;D
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Rae anne

When all the replies are averaged out, you've painted a perfect picture of me.   With respect  Rae Anne
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