Greetings all,
I'll start by saying I'm pretty shaken up. I have a few questions at the bottom but thought I would introduce myself.
I am 50 with 3 kids and coming up on our 25th wedding anniversary. I love my wife and kids. I have never been an overly happy person but not always depressed. I also have had a "deep, dark, guilty, secret".
4 months ago I went for the first time to meet with a therapist. Shaking in my boots I had done some looking around on the internet and come to a conclusion. I thought I just had this weird kink for my whole life. Now I saw that I was by definition a closeted cross dresser. Saying that aloud to the therapist was terrifying for me. It was breaking all the rules of self protection. My first requests were, no drugs and what do I have to do to not tell anyone and be "fixed". I think I knew deep down there was no way that most of those requests could be fulfilled while still actually taking care of the emotional and mental issues. After all this time I had purged a number of times and still had the compulsion to buy women's clothes.
Long story short. My therapist and I have been exploring my background and I have been trying to delve into my memories for any clues. I have been casting about reading articles on the web, secretly buying books about cross dressing and transitioning people, lurking on a few sites, taking gender and brain sex tests and comparing this all to how I feel and have lived. I feel I don't fit the general descriptions and feelings of most cross dressers. I guess I am transgender and beginning to think that I should have been female and now it all just feels so late and sad.
I was not one of those kids who at the age of 5 knew I was a girl. I just never fit in with the boys I was expected to play with. "Sensitive" was the work I had heard my Mom use. I had started trying on my Mom's and sister's things by about 7 or 8. The problem is I have very few memories of myself before 5th or 6th grade. The one thing I do remember is that I did not want to grow up. Grown ups thought it was very cute but I was serious, it seemed like a really bad idea. I continued to borrow and later buy women's garments. I never became one of the compensating, strongly male types. I just grew up as an awkward kid. Never fit in, lots of other "oh woe is me", types of descriptions but it should have been a happy childhood.
Now 40 some odd years later, I have been battling bouts of depression and trying to keep my secrets hidden and myself together. My wife has been terribly worried about me for a year or two but I have yet to tell her. She tells me how she loves me, the hair on my chest and how handsome a man I am. I am terrified to tell her that all she loves about me I hate. I can't stand the hair on me, whats between my legs, and the ugly old man looking back in the mirror. It was only just recently that I realized I have never really recognized the face looking back at me. I used to spend time staring into the mirror moving my eyebrows confused, like it was a trick. It's like I have been controlling a puppet that is way bigger than it should be(I'm not that big). It has always felt like everything was a little too hard and disconnected. Maybe that's how life is? However, when I was younger, I at least looked better and had one of those angular, almost effeminate, pretty boy faces.
Why am I rambling on? I want to delete this all and go hide but I think it is important as my first public announcement. So sorry and thanks to anyone reading this far. Coming up to the questions soon. I am in equal parts fascinated (like watching a detective movie from a distance as they working through all the clues) and terrified as this all unfolds. How did I make it this far without any of this coming to a head till now? Am I just finding a way to avoid buying a really expensive sports car?
I am still not sure which forums to read. Mostly because I am trying to classify myself. Any suggestions?
Are there forums or support groups for people of my age? I find many for younger folks but little to no luck for my age bracket, specifically.
I have held off telling my wife till I was more sure of above mentioned classification. I had read that sometimes if you are so unsure and emotional when first talking to your wife, it can make it worse. She will have many questions, doubts and fears and if I am not somewhat prepared it can compound all that for her. So unfair for her. I have read it is a bad idea and have no desire to show myself to her dressed to "out" myself. I feel that even if I were fully transsexual that I could not transition because I owe her so much of the happiness I have had for the last 25 years. No little girl grows up thinking, "When I grow up, I want to marry a cross dresser or maybe a transsexual", happy anniversary, honey. Yet I yearn for the clarity and calm that so many describe after starting hormone treatment. I know I have to make my own decisions I am looking for some support and starting to reach out to a wider community.
Almost off topic, has anyone noticed a high percentage of the trans community to be dyslexic? It's a weird little thought I had.
I really do not want to add this last part as it seems like such a dramatic red flag waving thing. I have seen the statistics of suicides in the transgender community. It would be terribly selfish. It would devastate my kids. It would be a terrible thing to do to my wife. Have any of you had and or felt the allure of it come and go? If so, what did(do) you do to work through it?
How's that for a "Hi, I'm new to the neighborhood. What's your name?"
Calling myself,
Joanna