I am 71 and re-visiting therapy. I have crossdressed since my teens off and on, sometimes very on. When I was 50 it was a very on stage including spending four days enfemme 24/7 in Chicago. Riding the El, makeover at the MAC counter on Michigan Avenue, buying some wigs, Rori's, the Island Girls and much more. I came homel and sought out a therapist to discuss transitioning. I remember the first couple of times I met with her, I was Jane Doe, shaking so much, some crying and we worked together for 18 months. I was balancing family, career, place in the community against the reality of who I was inside. My wife traveled out of town for a few days and I really amped up my dressing and left some makeup brushes in a bathroom drawer that we shared. We had the talk, no not gay, dressing a long time and she even came to a few sessions with my therapist. I had to decide whether I wanted to transition, she didn't want to be married to a woman, very different time back then. I said no when the honest answer was I'm not sure.
Flash forward 20 years later I have dressed off and on, purged two years ago but re-started after Thanksgiving. Diving into the deep end. I found a therapist and we had two sessions, both virtual, I showed up enfemme for the second session. It is still a tough choice about family, kids, grandkids. I need to sort it out. The first therapist was a transition cheerleader so I have moved on and meet with a new therapist tomorrow. We had an introductory conversation and she seems more aligned with helping me figure out what I must have and what I can accept losing and how to mourn the change.
Sorry for the lengthy note. I need to say it for my sake and if you made it so far, I welcome a response. I am so glad I found my way here.
Cynthia