I admit when it comes to things transgender I am a newbie. So it was with trepidation that I went to the Ingersoll Gender Center for their weekly group meetings. I know one crossdresser personally and that is pretty much the extent of it. It was nothing like I expected. No flaming drag queens, just common everyday folk that happen to have the same conundrum that I now have. How to be accepted in an unaccepting world. I found them very knowledgeable, honest, happy for the most part, I apologize for the above generalization but that is what society has taught me over the years, and the reason I always considered myself unworthy. Then as Miles said in Risky Business, Sometimes you just have to say "what the fudge".
I am glad I went although it is an hour away, I will be returning next week. There is something about being around like minded people that makes it ok. I was totally at ease in spite of what I expected. I may even assume the femme me to attend. Baby steps. When you've been an introvert all your life, you tend not to move too fast. Consider my mind changed. Now I look forward to being an advocate.
One of the holes I fell into is believing the lies of bigoted people. They made me so fearful to be myself. And to think of doing it in public was just beyond comprehension. For all intents and purposes, I was a pervert. Today I am feeling much, much better about myself thanks to these wonderful people. Like my Susan's family, what a loving caring group of people. I'm not a bad person. I was born into my sexual situation, although I did crossdress, a lot, it was always an escape from day to day stresses. My prayers to be a woman were not being answered, and I got angrier, more depressed, more hateful of my Vienna Sausage. I was to the point of losing my family because I could not act right. I had already lost my first love because of this so, many years ago. We are doing better now. I am more engaged, supporting, empathizing of the others around me. I think before speaking now, instead of searching for the put down, sarcasm. I am beginning to appreciate what women go through and they really are better than men at getting things done.