Sarahgurl371
12-19-2009, 03:42 PM
Hi all. I havent been here in a while. So much has happened since I was last here. And I am more confused, and well.. isolated than ever. Not physically mind you. I am doing my best to get out and be social, just mentally. I feel really just alone. I think that is the last thing I want in my life. Ihave thought about you all many times, but have avoided coming here. But today I find myself back. Looking for answers.
Well here is an update. I started dressing about 6 or 7. Dont know why. Turned erotic in my teens. Continued that way thru my twenties and early thirties. Then I started wanting something more from it. A feeling of completeness, fullness. Starting dressing completely, makeup, grew my hair, started seeing a therapist, etc. My wife couldnt or wouldnt deal with it. I wanted very much to keep Tammy in a box. Only allowing small opportunties, to contain this. I dreamed of being free to dress whenever I wanted, to go out, to meet others, to explore. All the while hating myself for this. Trying to confine it to just a sexual thing I thought would help, But I always felt cheapened because of the sexual feelings, feeling worse about myself actually.
My therapist and my wife were definitely pulling in two different directions. I made a vow to her, and would not have ever split over this. In the end, she did some things that I cannot overlook, and trying to believe I was worth more than that, made the decision to divorce. I still am blaming myself for her behavior, thinking that I drove her to it.
Shortly after starting that process I met a very attractive woman, with a couple of kids. We kinda clicked right away and began a very serious relationship. Dressing stopped. I knew that it may come back. I am a very serious person, and realizing what had happened to my marriage, and what was at stake with her and her kids, decided to tell her about my dressing, even showing her some pictures, early on. To my relief, she was okay about things. I quit seeing my therapist, deciding that it was the lack of intimacy that was driving my desires to transition, or allow myself to buy into the TG diagnosis. I was extremely happy with this new relationship. Enjoying a family atmosphere, a woman who seemed to be okay with alternative sexuality. Then my divorce turned toxic.
My ex decided to list in the papers all about my dressing, blaming me for our problems. Being so open and honest I told my new love everything, so naturally I told her of my ex's intent. That was the last time I spoke with my new love. See ended things rather abruptly, without explanation. Needless to say I was devistated. She has even gone as far as telling people about me, completely violating my trust in her. Even telling my brother and SIL. People in my community who I have known for years, now know. I have always worried about what other's think, so this was a pretty serious blow. Least it didnt kill me.
Now I have been alone for 10 months. Live on my own. Cut my hair, grew my moustache and goatee back. Hadnt dressed in months. One night an old friend came to visit. His wife knew something was wrong. To say the least.. I was contemplating suicide. I am so glad that he came over that night. In the end I told him of my issues. Worrying that I would end a life long friendship. I just needed for him to know. He was kinda floored to say the least. But in the end has remained a friend. I am so thankful for that.
He and his wife invited me for dinner one evening. After dinner his wife started to talk to me, and knowing that she is intuitive, I knew where this conversation was headed. She proceeded to tell me things about myself that I have never told anyone, except my therapist. we discussed my "fetish", and all the old emotional issues I have. Even stuff about my childhood. All the while my oldest friend sitting there in disbelief. When talk turned to the why she brought up a very interesting point and I guess the subject of the post.... WHY?
She told me of how my mother and I never bonded as a mother and son. That I was veiwed by mother as a replacement or second, for my father. This seems very plausible to me looking back. She told me that I am not homosexual, something I have wondered about since forever. She told me that I was not abused by my mother sexually, something I have also wondered about in comtemplating the why this exists. This was a very draining evening for me, here is all this stuff I have worried others would know about me, and she knew it all. "My God... how many other people I have met have read this about me?" I wondered.
Show now at 38, I am trying to figure things out. I mean what she told me sounds like so classic transvestic fetishism. Ive started dressing again. I miss my hair, want to make some changes to my body, hair removal etc. so that when I dress i look more female. Buying clothes again. Wearing perfume even. Wanting so badly to find a women I can be honest with, share this with, find the love and intimacy I so badly crave. Being afraid to tell her all this. Figuring I will be alone forever now.
My thoughts often turn to the TG community. Wishing I had the courage to meet someone. To go to a support group. To explore. Why do I feel so elated when dressed like this? All the while being petrified. Knowing I would hate myself for not controlling this. For allowing it to grow. How would I deal with the knowledge in my "normal" life of what I am doing in my "private" life?
I am sorry this is so long. I am not looking for sympathy. I have read many stories of the lives of TG/TS folk and know that mine isnt that bad. Im just hoping that someone somewhere will be able to make sense of what I feel, and maybe offer something to help me understand what the hell is wrong with me? Am I a fetishist? A sex addict? A transgendered person? A transexual?
For now I am hoping that I can contain Tammy again. That I wont be pushed to explore and make changes that intrude on what the 'normal" guy wants. I cant even stand the name Tammy anymore. There is so much shit associated with it.
Anyway, thanks for the chance to vent.
Well here is an update. I started dressing about 6 or 7. Dont know why. Turned erotic in my teens. Continued that way thru my twenties and early thirties. Then I started wanting something more from it. A feeling of completeness, fullness. Starting dressing completely, makeup, grew my hair, started seeing a therapist, etc. My wife couldnt or wouldnt deal with it. I wanted very much to keep Tammy in a box. Only allowing small opportunties, to contain this. I dreamed of being free to dress whenever I wanted, to go out, to meet others, to explore. All the while hating myself for this. Trying to confine it to just a sexual thing I thought would help, But I always felt cheapened because of the sexual feelings, feeling worse about myself actually.
My therapist and my wife were definitely pulling in two different directions. I made a vow to her, and would not have ever split over this. In the end, she did some things that I cannot overlook, and trying to believe I was worth more than that, made the decision to divorce. I still am blaming myself for her behavior, thinking that I drove her to it.
Shortly after starting that process I met a very attractive woman, with a couple of kids. We kinda clicked right away and began a very serious relationship. Dressing stopped. I knew that it may come back. I am a very serious person, and realizing what had happened to my marriage, and what was at stake with her and her kids, decided to tell her about my dressing, even showing her some pictures, early on. To my relief, she was okay about things. I quit seeing my therapist, deciding that it was the lack of intimacy that was driving my desires to transition, or allow myself to buy into the TG diagnosis. I was extremely happy with this new relationship. Enjoying a family atmosphere, a woman who seemed to be okay with alternative sexuality. Then my divorce turned toxic.
My ex decided to list in the papers all about my dressing, blaming me for our problems. Being so open and honest I told my new love everything, so naturally I told her of my ex's intent. That was the last time I spoke with my new love. See ended things rather abruptly, without explanation. Needless to say I was devistated. She has even gone as far as telling people about me, completely violating my trust in her. Even telling my brother and SIL. People in my community who I have known for years, now know. I have always worried about what other's think, so this was a pretty serious blow. Least it didnt kill me.
Now I have been alone for 10 months. Live on my own. Cut my hair, grew my moustache and goatee back. Hadnt dressed in months. One night an old friend came to visit. His wife knew something was wrong. To say the least.. I was contemplating suicide. I am so glad that he came over that night. In the end I told him of my issues. Worrying that I would end a life long friendship. I just needed for him to know. He was kinda floored to say the least. But in the end has remained a friend. I am so thankful for that.
He and his wife invited me for dinner one evening. After dinner his wife started to talk to me, and knowing that she is intuitive, I knew where this conversation was headed. She proceeded to tell me things about myself that I have never told anyone, except my therapist. we discussed my "fetish", and all the old emotional issues I have. Even stuff about my childhood. All the while my oldest friend sitting there in disbelief. When talk turned to the why she brought up a very interesting point and I guess the subject of the post.... WHY?
She told me of how my mother and I never bonded as a mother and son. That I was veiwed by mother as a replacement or second, for my father. This seems very plausible to me looking back. She told me that I am not homosexual, something I have wondered about since forever. She told me that I was not abused by my mother sexually, something I have also wondered about in comtemplating the why this exists. This was a very draining evening for me, here is all this stuff I have worried others would know about me, and she knew it all. "My God... how many other people I have met have read this about me?" I wondered.
Show now at 38, I am trying to figure things out. I mean what she told me sounds like so classic transvestic fetishism. Ive started dressing again. I miss my hair, want to make some changes to my body, hair removal etc. so that when I dress i look more female. Buying clothes again. Wearing perfume even. Wanting so badly to find a women I can be honest with, share this with, find the love and intimacy I so badly crave. Being afraid to tell her all this. Figuring I will be alone forever now.
My thoughts often turn to the TG community. Wishing I had the courage to meet someone. To go to a support group. To explore. Why do I feel so elated when dressed like this? All the while being petrified. Knowing I would hate myself for not controlling this. For allowing it to grow. How would I deal with the knowledge in my "normal" life of what I am doing in my "private" life?
I am sorry this is so long. I am not looking for sympathy. I have read many stories of the lives of TG/TS folk and know that mine isnt that bad. Im just hoping that someone somewhere will be able to make sense of what I feel, and maybe offer something to help me understand what the hell is wrong with me? Am I a fetishist? A sex addict? A transgendered person? A transexual?
For now I am hoping that I can contain Tammy again. That I wont be pushed to explore and make changes that intrude on what the 'normal" guy wants. I cant even stand the name Tammy anymore. There is so much shit associated with it.
Anyway, thanks for the chance to vent.