I've read a lot about your stories, and it really helped me out. Imagine being 39 years old and be totally clueless about who you are..
Well that is my situation at the moment.
There has been one clue trough my adult life, since I was 17 I knew something amiss. I mean I love the girls but when I was to do my "manly thing" I failed miserably.
Not going into much details, but I never experienced any good by doing the mechanically bit, however I liked the cuddle and to please, but I am always uncomfortable when
she returns the feelings... However to make a long story even longer..
As I said I am a 39 year old biological man, I live in Norway (Northern Europe, and no polar bears in the streets). So please excuse my poor English.
As my intro explain what is my first suspicion that something was not rightly connected I didn't do anything about it. I just thought it would pass. When I reached 34 I bought women underwear to see if that was something I could play with, but my reaction was more scary than I thought. It had no sexual meaning at all. Yea that was actually the scary part. And I actually liked having them on, although I looked ridiculous in them, but they felt nice.
I responded with putting them in a bag and hid it in a closet. My mind was set to throw them away as soon as I could, but I never did..
I think it was a few months I started to take it out of the closet again. However this time i wanted it to look somewhat decent and got an epilator. To be honest that was really unpleasant, but I found out I could use it once a week and it wont really hurt at all.
Since that time I have grown out the hair, the clothes in and out of the closet/bag until one day I started to experiment with herbs, I've drank unbelievable horrid tasted tea's, made creams, bought miracle creams on Ebay (Btw the only miracle in those creams is the prices they charge for it). This went on for 2-3 years until now. For about 10 moths ago I told my psychologist that I think I am "the third sex" as in transgender, but later when I read upon the differences I can't come to another solution that I am a transsexual.
The ambivalence that follows is immense, I try hard to do some soul searching, but I can't really come up with a good answer to why I am a man. I have never identified me as a man, I can't see myself in men. The mirroring does not work. Then I look to the other side and look at women, and how much I love and detest them. Yes my psych told me I had a hostile view of women.
That sentence hurt. I know I love them, but I didn't really know why she assumed that I was hostile towards them.
Today I can only think that I am jealous of them. They have everything I want. I tried being with them, but I usually back off since the sexual part is unpleasant for me. Besides I envy their bodies too much.
Every time I have looked into a large mirror, those you find at clothes stores etc. I usually looked away because I never liked what I saw. Not that I am unhappy about how I look, but because I don't recognize what I am looking at. Maybe it sounds weird. But when I decided I was a transsexual I don't see the same things in the mirror, I see what improvements that can be done, and how it would look like on a female body.
I don't know guys, maybe I am totally wrong about my own diagnosis, but I don't have any self esteem or self worth anymore, I feel like an entity without a purpose.
The story is however much longer, and its all bits of a big puzzle I try to fit together, hence why I told you about my first experience even if you find it vulgar or something. And to me now the puzzle looks more or less that I am a transsexual, or just a woman.
Cathrine