I just purged all my stuff today.
I won't perseverate over the details in this post other than to say it needed happen.
I've been feeling generally better the last few months following therapy and have had virtually no urge to dress. The presence of a fairly large collection of actually very nice clothing has become a liability in its own right. It is a sufficient quantity that it is becoming difficult to keep out of sight and under the radar, only a matter of time until discovered and disclosure to my wife unavoidable with all the adverse outcomes that are absolutely certain to follow.
Moreover, she is becoming increasingly adolescent in her thinking over the current US politics, becoming nearly hateful toward me over my failure to completely and unquestioningly agree with her on issues surrounding the current president. For the record, I am not enamored with the man, but her demands to join her in veritable slander of him is over the top. In addition to this, I have recently had to endure inquisition style interrogation over various social and political issues demanding black and white, pro - con, for - against answers that belie the nuance inherent in the issues; things reasonable people would enjoy the intellectual process of debating. Reasonable people debate and perhaps choose to disagree. She demands agreement and when denied is furious. Why this is her current state of mind is a mystery to me. Clearly it has nothing to do with my personal gender issues. PErhaps she is a casualty of the highly charged divisive atmosphere of the recent presidential election. Given this backdrop, disclosure would be catastrophic, almost beyond my ability to imagine the response given her current state of mind.
It really pained me to drop off these clothes to the local clothing drive but not for the reason I expected. I was relieved to get the stuff out of the house, one less thing to have to think about, one less worry. To an extent I had not anticipated, I'll miss the clothing because I liked it. It was nice stuff, really pretty, fit well, was comfortable; something I'll miss. I've never had any sense of erotic response to dressing or to the clothing. I was purely the phenomenon of loosing you favorite pair of jeans, your favorite shirt, etc.
On the other hand, I've found that dressing has recently paradoxically provoked dysphoria rather than relieve it. This was not he response I knew before therapy. Getting rid of the clothing may end up producing a favorable overall outcome. Time will tell.