I searched the forums and didn't find anything similar to this so I'm starting a new thread.
I'm really going out on a limb here and sharing a very personal story.
As I think back to the causes for my CD and in general part of a definite larger GD issue I have.
There is one childhood memory that very clearly comes to mind and sticks out from all others.
Wow, that says a lot doesn't it?
I had cousins living in South America in the late 1970s and several family members had
gathered at my grandparents house for a reunion. They had all brought clothes
for my cousins and it was all going to be gone through and decided what would be sent.
One of the mornings before breakfast my strong willed mother decided that I was going
to try on my female cousins clothes to make sure they would fit before paying the huge
postage to mail a large crate of clothes that far away. (We were known to be the same size)
I, being strong willed myself, dug in and said "no way".
I was quickly told that I wouldn't be eating until I did so.
There was great crying, grinding of teeth, and temper displays over the next several hours.
They all sat down and ate without me and wouldn't give in.
The smell of a country breakfast at a grandmothers house was agony when I was not allowed to eat.
Past experience told me that my mother was strong willed enough to go on for days - if required.
However, after about 2 hours, I finally relented.
It was as if something snapped inside me and I just gave up and had to made peace with the idea.
I ended up trying on (and was made to model) all the clothes for my mother to pass judgment on.
Many of the items were dresses and in any case - were definitely female clothes.
I don't recall, even now, if the experience (once I gave in) was pleasurable or not.
Looking back at "the incident" 30+ years later, I am quite sure that a wall came down
that day and that I no longer had the "mental block" that your average guy has regarding
female clothes or wearing them. I'm drawn to them more than male clothes - for certain.
As a teen, it's further irony that I developed Anorexia and it was clearly associated by professionals
in lengthy therapy as the only form control I had with my dominant mother - being able
to manipulate my intake of food.
I'm most interested in other's opinions and if anyone has a similar story to share.