Daniel1977
03-25-2009, 07:39 PM
I feel like I should introduce myself here to all you others on this journey. I am 31 year old single nothing holding me back, and not what I appear to be.
My very first memories I really did think I was a girl, I hadn’t realised the huge mistake there was, I could stuff my part back up and that was what I thought we all could do. It wasn’t till my sister was born that I figured it out. I would have been about 3, I could talk pretty good but I remember not understanding much of what was going on ‘just learning’ at some point I figured out what girl meant and told someone “I’m a Girl” and was shamed for it. My parents talked a few times since about this and how the first time I ever seen my sister, I tried to take her cloths off, I would have been 4 or close to it. I never told them I was trying to prove I was a girl; I wanted to say “see she’s a girl, I’m a girl”
Through my younger teen years I was super shy and scared of ridicule. I tried to convince the odd person or make them notice the problem I was in. I one time was offered girls cloth “You could wear this stuff haha” to wear as mine had gotten soaked , I took them into the bathroom and just looked at them and thought about my boy parts, how I hated what I was born with it just wasn’t right, a minute later a bang on the bathroom door by my aunty, there was no understanding just shame, I gave them back. It was another time the mother of a friend had some nice cloths, I had gone into her closet and she came in and found me, we had a chat and the offer was made to dress and be a girl at her place when ever I wanted. The only time I got real support and I turned it down out of shame and the possibility of being humiliated. I never felt like a guy inside, I just feel like a girl in a guys body, a girl in a guys body in girls cloths feels just messed up.
I have told my parents a few times, it never goes well and ends with me marginalizing the problem to nothing, to this day my mom asks me why I never have a girlfriend.
I have not gotten any support in years till recently, I have hidden it from everyone for the most part for all my life but these last few years are different. My longest closest friends seem to treat it with smiles and good humour; I think a few figured it out years ago.
I have an appointment with my GP and this will be the second time Im telling him about this, only this time, no more anti-depress-this-anxiety-that, I’m not leaving without a referral to physiatrist with experience in this field, I’m starting the journey. Wish me luck.
Cheers
Daniel
My very first memories I really did think I was a girl, I hadn’t realised the huge mistake there was, I could stuff my part back up and that was what I thought we all could do. It wasn’t till my sister was born that I figured it out. I would have been about 3, I could talk pretty good but I remember not understanding much of what was going on ‘just learning’ at some point I figured out what girl meant and told someone “I’m a Girl” and was shamed for it. My parents talked a few times since about this and how the first time I ever seen my sister, I tried to take her cloths off, I would have been 4 or close to it. I never told them I was trying to prove I was a girl; I wanted to say “see she’s a girl, I’m a girl”
Through my younger teen years I was super shy and scared of ridicule. I tried to convince the odd person or make them notice the problem I was in. I one time was offered girls cloth “You could wear this stuff haha” to wear as mine had gotten soaked , I took them into the bathroom and just looked at them and thought about my boy parts, how I hated what I was born with it just wasn’t right, a minute later a bang on the bathroom door by my aunty, there was no understanding just shame, I gave them back. It was another time the mother of a friend had some nice cloths, I had gone into her closet and she came in and found me, we had a chat and the offer was made to dress and be a girl at her place when ever I wanted. The only time I got real support and I turned it down out of shame and the possibility of being humiliated. I never felt like a guy inside, I just feel like a girl in a guys body, a girl in a guys body in girls cloths feels just messed up.
I have told my parents a few times, it never goes well and ends with me marginalizing the problem to nothing, to this day my mom asks me why I never have a girlfriend.
I have not gotten any support in years till recently, I have hidden it from everyone for the most part for all my life but these last few years are different. My longest closest friends seem to treat it with smiles and good humour; I think a few figured it out years ago.
I have an appointment with my GP and this will be the second time Im telling him about this, only this time, no more anti-depress-this-anxiety-that, I’m not leaving without a referral to physiatrist with experience in this field, I’m starting the journey. Wish me luck.
Cheers
Daniel