I am 43 years old, and 2 years ago I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. When I was really young I knew something was wrong, I cross dressed since I was 6 I tried to stop on numerous occasions throughout my life. I wanted to be girl, I even wanted to grow up to be Debora Harry. When friends and I played our pretend games, I was Princess when we played Battle of the Planets, Morgan from 240 Robert, Wilma from Buck Rogers, Bat-girl... you get the picture. In High school I struggled with depression over not being female, I was the geeky queer boy, pseudo goth, but I wasn't homosexual. I was definitely attracted only to girls. God knows how I got through that time. I married, Divorced and Married again, been in the military and have led a very typical masculine life: on the outside. Inside I was screaming in pain and I didn't know why. I would cross dress in secret and or some reason I felt comfortable and at peace. I would try to quit cross-dressing and was successful on many occasions however, stress loads would increase for some reason or other and back into a pair of panties I would be. soon I would be out looking for clothes and then a place to hide them.
I met the woman who became my best friend and fell in love with her. I married her 4 years later but never told her my secret, my deepest shame. (I still haven't). I was able to keep things under control and I was successful for a long time, then crisis hit us, she had a herniated disk requiring surgery, developed heart problems and lost her job. Her mother moved into our basement and our then 24 year old son was still living at home and didn't want to leave or get a job. I needed comfort and peace to get through it all and that Is when I finally admitted to myself that I have gender dysphoria, and I have had it all my life, I have it to the point that I've never really been able to deal with the presence of parts of my body. at that time all of my past caught up to me with a vengeance but I was still able to keep it a secret, I did find a couple people who I could talk to about it and I was able to get through that time. (My wife still does not know of this) Now It's back again and it's getting harder and harder to deal with. I don't want to transition, I Love my wife and my sons, My marriage is of utmost importance to me but I am having problems coping with my desires and urges to dress. I try to hide my discomfort when my wife and I are intimate but I know it sometimes feels to me as if I'm working unfamiliar equipment left handed and half blind. I have had occasions when we've had to stop because I just couldn't go on.
I need help I don't know where to turn and I am afraid this will eat me up inside. Is anyone in a similar situation? Any advice on how to cope?