Well, for my 2 cents on this topic. As far back as I can remember I have fantasised myself being female even when I was to young to know what the difference was in the sexes. I tended to want to emulate my sister who was four years older then me. Even after I learned what the difference between the sexes and about women's rights. feminists, women's rights to vote, Hell, for that matter, Native American rights to vote, male chauvinism, the patriarchal society of males, spousal abuse, rape, strippers, prostitution and all that neat degrading type of crap that goes against women, women don't do this, women don't do that, nya, nya, nya, on and on goes the line of crap.
That crap never deterred me nor discouraged me from wanting to be a girl. I still fantasised and wanted to be a girl, like, the one I had pictured in my mind. One unique unto my own personal personification of who I wanted to be. Nothing ever deterred from that obsession no mater how bleak the colors of the end result of that picture might be. I had already formed an image of who and what I was, wanted to be, aspired to be.
I just very simply wanted to grow up to be a live at home mommy with children, no more no less. Not much different then the dreams of many other girls my age around me had at the time. Well I got the opportunity to experience the part with the children, although unfortunately, I never got to experience the wonderful gift of carrying this life within me, like a new innocent soul, a little angel growing within me. But my dreams and aspirations were always of dreaming of myself as a woman and what her dreams and goals if she were to truly be free to live her life some day. A woman who had to live as a man because the body was what dictated I had to be in the real world.
I had to be this fake persona on the outside if I wanted to survive. I had to do a lot of stupid crap I didn't want to do just to prove I was just as much a man as my peers, *other men*. And I had better put on a good act. I had to do all this crap which at the time I thought was a good distraction from my solitary life and loneliness, even as self destructive as some of this stuff was that I did. After a time I truly did find myself enjoying it in a, Devil may care sort of way, so what if I die anyway attitude. Like my love Wing Walker says, buying into the lie.
After all those years of tribulation I have mentioned umpteen times on these forums, I finally arrived at the door step of opportunity. Very much frightened and yes close to committing suicide thinking about the absurdity of actually thinking of actually carrying out such a preposterous idea. I laid out my cards on the table and took my gamble and crossed the threshold of that door way and haven't looked back nor have I regretted it since.
Cindy