The Internet only informs gives one the opportunity to learn if you are a TS or not and I agree with the statement you are born TS but you may not understand know what it is without information so how in Sam Hill are you supposed to seek help if there is no access to the that type of information. I remember when My sister and I use to play dress up when I was about four years old. Her clothes wouldn't fit so she dressed my with her dolls clothes, Ya I even remember vividly even after that many years. it was as tall as I was, it had shoulder length curly blond hair, beautiful blue glass eyes and pink cheeks and it would say mommy when you move it.
Well after all we both played with that doll. Anyway after my sister dressed me and generously decorating my lips with lipstick she would bring me into the living room wearing the blue dress from her doll. She would parade me before my parent informing them I was her new sister. I remember and man do I remember prancing around the living room so proud on myself.
Now to speed up the clock to the year of 19 and 62 when I ran away from home to join the hippies. I had my hair butt length and wore unisex clothes. I hitchhiked from southern Ontario all the way to New York city. Got rides mostly with truckers and they thought I was a girl, believe me I wasn't about to dissuade then from the notion either. I was a late bloomer like I didn't start looking anything like a young man until I was 25 years old. Anyway I ended up staying at the commune for two years, even had me a boyfriend and I can remember clearly to this day what he looked like. I was also quartered with the girls, a good many of the girls were runaways like myself.
Anyways circumstances mad it so I had to leave and go back home. It wouldn't be until 36 years later before I would discover there was a label that went with this.... disorder for lack of a better word had. Point being if I had known in 62 what I was, I could have easily and gladly transitioned back then. I was certainly a shoe in for the roll of being a girl anyway. There was no computers then and actually I didn't find out until 10 years ago about transsexualism. I over heard a couple of folk talking about it where I worked. Curiosity got the cat and I went to the library to do me a little research and 2 years later I got me a computer and found much more information on TS'ism then I found this place. Now 8 years later I sits here again transition complete.
All those years without a computer, can you imagine how much a computer would have benefited me back in 62? Bugger huh, to borrow the phrase from a good friend that I met in a sky-fi Internet group from the UK, about, well not certain when, but it was before I started transitioning my user name was Maryjane. What a wonderful guy, his user name was Master. He was a real gallant night in shining armor in the presence of the ladies. At least I discovered there were some gallantry among some of the gentlemen in the UK. I also had a wonderful friend there also, her user name was Princess Ivy. I spent several months with her on MSN helping her through a nasty divorce.
Oh yes the good old days, yes, certainly, got nothing against my child hood growing up. I had only really one good friend, her name was Helen, we ran together like a couple of ragamuffins for five years then never saw her again. Can you imagine what could of happened to me if I would have come out back then? Well it almost happen once when I had my long hair and still wearing unisex clothes. I was hitchhiking home from down town and this car pulled over and opened the door and waved for me t get in. I did and it wasn't a mile down the road when that pig had or tried to get his hands in my pants. I managed to get out of the car when it was still moving and I roiled a couple of times but once I got to my feet I was off like a scared jack rabbit into the wood. Ah to be a kid agin, what am I saying, I'm still a kid, I refuse to grow up. Sorry for the book. Just wanted to show what it was like precomputers and postcomputers.
Cindy