I found Susan's while searching for transgender support groups. I was looking for answers and explanations for how I have always felt inside.
Like several others, whose posts I have read, I was raised in a very religious home. I have the best parents in the world. They could not be more supportive. I have not come out to them though because of my moms reaction to other transgender people who have come out.
I'm 45 years old. I was born with male anatomy. However, I remember playing dress up when I was 3 and putting on one of my mom's night gowns. My next memories are around the age of 10. I started wearing her clothes whenever I was left home alone. It was in the early 80s and she had several business skirt suits that I loved. I especially loved wearing her 80s aerobics attire. A leapard print leotard and some thick shiny tights. I felt so pretty when I dressed up.
It wasn't until I hit puberty and a friend told me about masturbation that these episodes took on a sexual nature. From the age of 11 or 12 self pleasure started accompanying my dressing episodes. This continued into my teens and mid twenties.
Throughout my life I would purge my clothing collections. As I got older and had money I had started buying my own things. Where as in my teens I would steal panties from just about every girl or woman I knew! This behavior conflicted with what I was taught in church. It often led me to feel embarrassed, ashamed and guilty.
My mom caught me with her things several times growing up. It was quite embarrassing. Once she sent my dad in and he asked if I was gay. I wasn't. I just wanted to dress up and feel pretty. I simply told him no. He left it at that and it never came up again.
Now, I'm 45 and for the past several years the desire to change my body and make myself more feminine has intensified. In April I went to see a therapist who specializes in Gender identity disorders. I told her my life story and after about 30 minutes she offered to send me to refer me to a doctor for hormones.
I was thrilled. I accepted and went to see the doctor and she indeed started me on a low hormone regimen. I was giddy for the first week. I still am pretty stoked about it, 4 months later. At the three month mark she increased my dosages slightly. I had gotten a taste and wanted more.
I have opened up to a small group of trusted friends and all of them have been supportive. I still dread talking to my parents. Their opinion means a lot to me.
I struggle with things that run through my mind now. How much difference will HRT make at my age? What about my hair? (I'm balding) What about work? What about all the expensive surgeries I will require? FFS? Electrolysis? Laser? Orchi or SRS? All of these things try to enter my mind and turn me away. But... I can't live life like I have for the last 40 years. I can't keep this thing bottled up inside me driving me into deep dark depression that has been with me since my early teens. I can't let the "it's better if you just die" thoughts take hold my brain. I just cant.
I want to live. I want to let Melinda live. I want her to be free and experience life like I never have.
Thanks to some posts by Annah I was able to resolve my religious conflicts. So, thank you Annah!
Anyway, that's my intro. I look forward to making some new friends on this board and getting advice and opinions when I need it from those who have bravely walked this path.
Melinda
P.S. - The photo was modified using Youmakeup . I will look that good one of these days!

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