Quote from: Casey on December 04, 2006, 12:19:20 PM
They call it the formative years for good reason. Sometimes it takes a while to know what you really want. And that's OK. It's a process.
I can understand how disappointing it can be to try a look and discover that it's not really you. But the thing is you tried it. This one wan't "it". You could see it as a failed experiment or you could choose to see it as one more thing that you know isn't you. Sometimes knowing what isn't you is the very thing to help you decide what is you. It's that search for "something else".
Sorry, let me be clear; I liked what I saw, but I wasn't sure that was enough. I want to be more feminine in appearance.
It's not that I like to over analyze (okay, I do, sorry), but as I age, (I just turned 28), I would have figured that I would have figured this all out.
I know that's not true for everyone; or it may not even be true for anyone (!), but it's just what I think right now, without any context.
But that's where I'm at in my experience. Which is the topic of the thread.

Thank you for your advice. I need some work; perhaps it relates to my poor self image (and health), and so as I make progress down that road (again!, I got frustrated after 2 months of plateu on my weight loss and gave up on, well, near everything, and that was part of my job-based depression anyway), perhaps that will help.
And I like exchanging ideas with everyone here, as well. Thank you. That made me feel better tonight.

I know this will pass, but it's hard when you're in the middle of "this." I just want to make progress.
That and I don't want to lose my wife. I don't know if she'll take it well if I decide that I want some breasts; I don't even know how I'll take it. It was rough when I told her that I thought I may be a crossdresser (but that's a whole other thread).
One day at a time; Alocholic's Anonymous had that part right.
Though I've spoken with one person here at Susans about coming out a little more. I really can't keep this part of me seperate from the rest any more. I've already almost told all of my friends, despite the moritorium against that from my wife. Even her having a really good gay friend doesn't loosen that feeling for her.
Like Kelly, I grew up in a weird area (this is farm country, mostly, aside from Chicago a couple hours away). I kept a lot to myself and didn't think much about any of this until recently; then it hit me like a ton of heavy things.
I'm not one to believe in repressed memories, but as I've thought more about this, the more some things come to mind, like how I tried to try my mom's bra on once on a whim and, even at age 12 or 13, I was way bigger than her. So the whole episode was kind of pointless. Does it mean anything? Who knows.
And yet . . . 16 years later . . .
(On a completely off-topic but not worthy of it's own topic note, does anyone else think it strange that nearly ALL of the advertisements I see when I'm on myspace involve Lane Bryant . . .)
thanks
b/d