Hmmmm, again I find myself a wee bit confused as to why trans people have such hang-ups with society. I either have a horseshoe up my butt or I live a charmed life. I have been 8 years living full time and I have never had to question myself, nor have I ever been confused on the issue of being TS.
For most of those 8 years I never found any reason to think of myself being anything but GG, especially after SRS. I got along with everyone, both women and men at work and out and about town. In the little town I started out in, after a time all knew me as being Cindy and I dressed as such, presenting in the proper gender. No big miracle or any thing really unusual, outside of that I know how to communicate with people, and I love doing so.
I didn't feel like I had to go stealth or hold anything back from anyone. All that had changed was my attitude, how I felt and cared about the folks I was involved with on a daily basis. I had just begun full time when my friend left me in care of her three children; for two years. Feeding them, taking them to school in the morning, going to work as a social worker, then go pick them up again after school, cook supper, do the laundry, and put them to bed. I would never have been able to do it if it weren't for my love for children.
I did some growing up during those two years and certainly didn't have time to even think about my transsexuality although I presented as who I was. I got some hand-me-downs from the girls at work and the Salvation Army. I wasn't really making that much money, but the kids and I got by, and to tell the truth those two years were the happiest years I had had since I had my own kids under my roof. Believe it or not that's the way it was for me. I still do the same type of work here and enjoy working with folks. But I will add only that a woman's shelter is sacred only to women. Men try not to recognize that as they keep on trying to get past the front door in spite of the sign telling them that the place is for women only.
Cindy