In addition to everything else, we unearthed something we can't put a name to.
Since we really began working with my husband's needs, I became aware that my own view of myself is painfully similar to what I read on the TG discussion boards my husband directed me to for information and discussion. The only difference is that both of my personas have female parts. They're just not the same bodies, not at all.
When I look down at myself, when I look in the mirror, I don't see anything familiar to my mind. It's someone else You've seen the movies where two very differently shaped actors get switched bodies and . That's what I feel like. When I was going though puberty someone stole my body and left me with this, and my brain never quite connected with it.
In my mind, I am a petite, gracile (delicate frame) woman. Weight/fat isn't an issue. Ever since I hit puberty my body is large, square, big boned and as tall as an average man. Inside I am totally femme and straight. From the time I was about 12, 5'9" with a slim but square body with basically no female shape except for excessive breast size, it simply wasn't me. I never did get much of a female body shape until I got fat.
During my teen years I *briefly* dove head first into being as feminine as possible, but all the while I knew everyone saw me as mannish. Soon after I became terrified to wear anything feminine, especially feminine colors, because I was sure everyone was laughing at me, "Look at the big bull-dyke in pink frills, hahaha." I joined the military, and there I discovered my true distaste for even being around other women, but at the same time I started looking at petite, small women with interest. For a while I began to believe I might be bi-sexual, but after being around some whom I liked as friends, I discovered there was absolutely nothing sexual in it for me. I realized I was staring at them because I was one of them, inside. I was trying to figure out which one took my body.
I also found that I found the very touch of other women was distasteful, and I began to avoid it. It wasn't until recently I realized that I understood this has always been true, going all the way back to early childhood, I don't touch women, ever. Not even close female family members. It's not there all the time, I'm not aware of it until I get panicky when I think a woman is going to touch me. I steel myself for handshakes, and sometimes try to make sure my hands are encumbered so I don't have to offer insult. If a woman seems about to hug me, I try to avoid it as if I didn't notice, but if I can't get out of it without social insult, it makes me anxious for a long time after it's over.
I married my husband during the time I was trying to hide my desire to be feminine, and soon after switched gears. Instead of being terrified of being seen as ridiculous in femme clothing, I went whole-hog the other way. I stopped wearing pants, ever. I began wearing ONLY woman specific clothing - skirts, blouses, etc. My hair is always perfect in public, and I always wear heels (I walk mannish, and heels force me to walk like other women in heels) earrings, rings, etc. I don't even like wearing "unisex" t-shirts. I still avoided anything frilly or pink, etc, because I was still afraid someone would laugh at me for going that far.
When I started gaining weight due to a medical issue with my thyroid and other hormonal issues, I embraced it. The more weight I gained, the less I had to compare the body I had with the body my body my mind believes I have. I stopped caring about what happens to this body because *it's not mine.* I let myself almost double in weight because it was strangely comforting, I didn't have to compare what I had that was slim and trim, but not me, with this fat body that has no resemblance to anything at all in my mind.
I began dressing not only to cover my feelings of my body being almost a man in my mind, but also to match the petite little thing inside of me. I began wearing rings, earrings, and obsessing with my hair to ultra-feminize myself as much as possible to try to cover what was underneath, and all the while I was terrified of people seeing through my disguise and seeing the large-boobed but mannish body underneath. I made VERY BAD clothing decisions for a long time, but finally figured out something that works after a work supervisor gently talked to me about it.
At one point during this time, around 1995-1996, I had a "glamour portrait" done, and I was way beyond thrilled at the results. I actually saw something in the portrait that I recognized as myself for the first time in my life. I almost recognized the woman in the portrait as me. My husband hated it. He said it wasn't me at all and it was a terrible picture. I tried to explain to him that this was the way I saw myself, but he didn't get it at all.
Recently I started a new regimen for thyroid, HRT for perimenopause, and also for another issue, and the combination has the weight melting off of me. I've dropped more than 30 pounds since early August, and my anxieties are returning. I KNOW I can never have the body my brain thinks I have, and going part way there without shrinking my bone and muscle structure to match my inner self is terrifying.
Once I began talking about it, my husband had a light bulb go off in his head, and he started seeing things that I have said and done in the past that suddenly make sense now. Not just the portrait, but other things.