I'm thinking that I need to let the social worker know that I have had an online therapist for over a year. With his help I took all my men's clothes to the thrift shop, at the same time getting women's clothes, and getting boxes of clothes out of storage. Going through the clothes, and sending what doesn't fit to the thrift shop. Without any men's clothes, I can't go back. Did you know that while I was in the hospital with two broken wrists, I needed help from the nurses to use the toilet. I think they were thankful that I sat to pee. I later used that experience to step into the women's restroom in the stores. I still need to get to the point of using the fitting rooms.
Over 20 years ago, I realized that I could wear women's jeans and nobody would know. Or the fact that I was wearing thigh high stocking under the jeans. Of course when my mother found out I was considering a sex change, she slapped my face.
I'm working on several things with the social worker, ADHD, autism, and transgender. I think due to confusion on my part, we are working on non medical therapy. I ended up with medicine for panic attacks 20 years ago and did not like the side effects, and I forgot to refill my prescription.
Just a thought, might have happened. Sitting down to dinner during the 1950s, eating chicken chow main. Chicken that was fed estrogen to make them grow faster, getting xenoestrogen from the hot plastic Tupperware plate and adding phytoestrogens to the food with the soy sauce.
I remember a report about Mexican boys getting breasts from eating chicken that was fed estrogen. There was also businessmen getting drunk(blocking testosterone)and eating chicken(loaded with estrogen).
Michelle