Wait, what? Isn't this supposed to be ...how do I know I am a transsexual??
Let's step back a minute and go back a bit...maybe a few years from when I first joined.
If I could count the times I've come and gone from Susan's I'd need to take off my shoes and socks because I'd certainly use all my fingers up in the count before even getting 1/2 way. I've been banned, fought with members, helped others, cried with a few and laughed with a few. I have posted some idiotic scary stuff, normal stuff, and some brilliant stuff as well.
I've shunned, ignored, and hurt many members here (Kristi and Nero to name a couple) and managed to stay friends with a few more. In other words, I'm a bitch to most and really nice to others.
I went through an entire transition....only it was not mine. It was Kate's ...then she left. Now who's the bitch? The hours I spent.... I get a taste of my own medicine. I guess she gets the last laugh.
So long Tink.....sigh.
None of that makes me a transsexual. The fact I hang out at Susan's doesn't either.
From the age of 6, I have bounced in and out of a fog bank that was femininity. I was born with male parts. Male genes, male this, male that...raised as a boy.
In and out, back and forth, and undecided. I have been on and off HRT at least 5 times. My chest bounces when I jump and I look like some weird freaky clone that is not done baking in one of those action thriller movies.
I would have told you as I stuck a needle into my ass and pushed the plunger down injecting estrogen I am not TS. As I swallowed the pills, applied the patches, put on the sports bra to conceal my breasts, refused to take off my shoes in public because my nails were painted, wore long sleeve shirts to hide my girly hairless arms, I would have argued and fought to my last breath I was not one of "those" people. There is no way in hell I'm a TS.
Boy was I wrong. I wonder how many times I have purged in life....lets see....4x's. I mean major purges. You know where you get rid of every girly thing, join the Army and be a man? Or get married? How about get a motorcycle and ride like an insane a-hole proving how macho you are? Buy guns, shoot deer, drink liquor and go out looking for chicks and pretend you are having guy fun.
Then there are other types of purges....like where I stop taking HRT. Ya know..go for a few months, see the therapist get the prescriptions refilled, take them...then stop because well ...it just isn't going to work. I'm too fat, too ugly, too manly, too tall, too big.
Excuse after excuse. That didn't make me TS either. Being diagnosed by three different Gender Doctors and seeing a Gyno and an endocrinologist and getting prescribed HRT didn't either. Because even after all of those things I still doubted I was.
I doubted I was even though I know as a child I would sneak girl clothes into my room and wear them at night. I would shoplift at the local supermarket and steal makeup at 10 years of age. I moved out and would make excuses to buy lingerie and always say it was for my girlfriend. I've been through more shoes than most GG's I know. Really cute ones too....

None of that made me a TS either.
I'm on so much estrogen right now an Elephant would have boobs. I'm torn and ripped inside between the easy path of staying male and doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I have drugs prescribed to me that lower my T levels yet I refuse to take them for whatever reason.
My closet is full of girls clothes and shoes. I have a purse and makeup. My dresser has a drawer dedicated to panties and sports bras. I have prescriptions for HRT. I have a gyno. I have had 2 previous GID therapists confirm my Transsexuality. My current one agrees. My spouse will only concur there is no other diagnosis that will fit me. I've been like this since I was 6. I've always wanted to be the girl I felt I was inside. I love having boobs. I love my shots.
But I'm not a TS.
I'm tired of running. I give up. I need help. I am TS.
There is nowhere for me to escape anymore. I have to face it and I don't want to do it alone.