Hello everybody
it's so good to be here. When I was reading some of your postings I kept shaking my head and laughed in disbelief. You have no idea how your words made me feel like I'm not a freak. It's so good to have found you people.
But let me start at the beginning. I'm a 26 year old biological woman, married, no children.
I never really identified with being a woman. I tried and failed. But I never understood what was wrong. It was very recently I had the guts to be honest to myself.
A few years ago I found transgender websites on the net. I had never really heard about this besides knowing that it somehow exists. When I was on those websites I felt very very weird. I closed the pages again and felt like ->-bleeped-<- for the next days.
The "don't go there"-advice I gave myself worked. It worked so good, I had no idea what was bugging me. Ever since I've been a little touchy on the subject. The only feelings I remembered, when thinking of trangender people was admiration for their courage. Then I felt something like envy and huge fear. I didn't undertand a thing.
I got drunk, I cried, I honestly didn't know what caused this. I felt so, so bad.
Since my life was otherwise very good and happy, I managed to "not go there" and headed for denial. Oh, I'm so good at this.
The only times I thought of the topic was when I got drunk. Which I definitely got too often.
Sometime I thought "->-bleeped-<-, was is wrong with you?", but there was no way I could face this. Not knowing who I am has been with me all my life. It was normal to me.
Being heavily in doubt about my sexual orientation and my gender and my identity has been with me ever since I was 16.
Very recently I was so down again, it seems something comes up every now and then and bugs me.
I looked transgender pages up again. For the first time since I found them years ago. And I thought "man, what are you doing, what are you doing?" but I knew of course I was heading _there_.
When I read the pages I started crying, still not getting it, still not going as far as being honest to myself.
Later that time I somehow started to relax. I took my time looking in the mirror and facing my long denied wishes of having a male body. I started to cry again, since all a I thought was "I can never ever have this. I can't do this. No way."
At that point I have two options. Denial, again, just to keep the pain away. Or I could just face it. And somehow then I was comfortable thinking "I think I'm a man. Inside."
After I got so far, I sat around sort of horrified. The consequences that came with this were no nice thoughts.
And here I am. Nobody knows, except a friend on the net. Extremly insecure about this and scared like you (maybe) can imagine. I need to get this figured out. Also I looked around for therapy, since I think I could use some help.
Taking this with a sense of humor is not working that good, but I try. My friend laughed and said "Yeah, so what? It happens." I think she is right. There is nothing to it. It is good. It is way healthier than living a lie.
Now I have a lot to read up on, a lot to learn, and more to think about. This feels so crazy in a good way. I am a man. I am a man. I could just burst out in tears again. It feels so incredible to be able to say that aloud. To myself, that is.
Thanks for your patience reading this.
What is there left to say? I'm 5'2 and 128lbs. I love countrymusic and have a thing for nature, especially woods. I am an openminded christian and rather a homebody.
Yeah. Questions?