I began dressing when I was ten or eleven. As the decades advanced, through the inevitable urge-purge cycles, I never dressed fully; I never went out, or even tried to make myself what a wise sister has called presentable--i.e., physically and mentally together enough as a female to be treated with respect by most people, even if they have read you.
I never had the desire, that is, until I suffered a trauma which left me with an invisible, but significant, physical disability.
Somehow that event awoke in me a need to blow up the closet, to go out among other people, and to be accepted as a transwoman when I do. Joining this community was the first step I took. For family reasons I don't plan to transition, or even dress full-time, but I do want to have a public female life to complement my male oeuvre.
This awakening has made me somewhat careless about concealing my TG/TS nature, and I've even been dropping hints to selected friends and dressing more androgynously, when I can. My goal is to acknowledge my true self and live more fully in the time I have left.
Does this sound familiar to anyone? Did some negatively life-changing event kick your consciousness into high gear, and even higher heels?
Or were you just lucky?
Lallie