This damn GID does keep coming back and biting me in the butt. Now that you've mentioned, I just want to cry. It's not your fault, it's just that ALMOST EVERY DAY I struggle with trying to "be a guy". Square my shoulders, pretend to not be emotional, try to sound manly, nod at the women (instead of resenting them because I can't look like them). It's incredibly difficult. Hell, wouldn't surprise me one bit if part of my baldness has to do with the stress brought on by my GID. It's the same stories many others here have had, but it doesn't make it any less authentic a life of hell for me. At the same time I have a 21 month old BEAUTIFUL and SWEET son (how on earth he turned out to be so beautiful when neither my wife or I are what you would call 'handsome') I don't know. I am torn by the reality that I am transsexual (have not be diagnosed, but it's something that I "know" about myself), yet I whittle the pain away by just telling myself that I am transgendered. That way, I can sort of be myself, yet not to face the loss of not being "daddy" anymore, and my wife losing her "husband". On top of that, my family has told me over the years to just be myself, yet when I did I was told that I was strange. And, being myself never made me any friends. My family would never accept what I am really am, though deep down I have to think they know what I really am. It just sucks. I'm going to get a therapist to deal with this, but while I am excited about the prospect of going on hormones, I *know* where this is going. Anyway, getting back to the GID continuing to come back. It couldn't have been two weeks ago that I was excited about the deep voice I had acquired from a sinus infection. I felt so manly. Then POOF! The next day I was manicuring my nails and putting nail polish on them when my wife was at work. Shortly after that I experienced a lot of guilt over my fingernails being long and pretty. People were looking at them in public. I felt very feminine, MYSELF, but at the same time I felt like a freak. My tire went out on my truck and I was trying like hell to keep my fingernails hidden from my father who was helping me replace the tire. He notices EVERYTHING, and he used to beat the **** out of me as a child. This morning I was laying in bed dreaming about being a girl. In my dream I was wearing a pink top made of silk-like fabric, a pair of shorts barely covering my butt, and my legs were long and slender (that much fortunately is true in real life for me). I had long, curly blonde hair, and a very feminine face. I don't have much trouble speaking with a higher pitch, like a girl does. When I communicate with my son, when my wife isn't around, I RARELY speak like a man. I'm basically his back-up mom 😀