Risk and consequence

[cdterri]

Why do we risk everything for a minor thrill? As I have said before I have a large private back yard, but for whatever reason I find myself venturing out frt. as often as possible. Today I decided to walk out and get the mail while wearing a cotton empire waist sundress, straw hat, breast forms,panties and sandles. Half way to the mail box I noticed my neighbor walking up her drive to do the same. In a panic I turned and bolted for the frt. gate, only to trip over a gutter. I skidded across the asphalt on my knees and elbows, crashed into a flower bed and landed on our flagstone walk. Needless to say I have a ton of roadrash and am bleeding from several wounds. Not sure if the neighbor saw or heard me as I scrambled through the gate but if she did I would give a weeks pay to know what she is thinking. Did manage to do all this without tearing the dress or losing my hat. "Every cloud has a silver lining"

[Ruth]

Well Terri, preparation is everything. And I don't think you were ready for that excursion, if you panicked like that.
My neighbours don't know about Ruth, so if I wander round the property I take great care about it. And actually I'd rather go out somewhere where I can be seen - it's part of the fun.

[Starling]

...Not sure if the neighbor saw or heard me...but if she did I would give a weeks pay to know what she is thinking...

She's probably thinking you were a skydiver whose chute didn't open, and she couldn't bear to look.

:heehee: Lallie

PS: I can feel your embarassment, Terri. Right after the mailman left one day, I went out into our entryway, dressed, to get the mail--just as he came back to leave something he had missed. I turned on my heel and stampeded back into the house, while saying, "Hello," in my best male voice. What a mess.

I have evolved now, and next time I intend to stand up and face it like a lady. I'm sure the mailman doesn't care, and there's someone new almost everyday.

I'm convinced my nextdoor neighbor knows (as she has been shunning me of late), so the cat's out anyway.

[Barbara Jo]

FWIW....

I once read something to the effect that going out in public dressed is a thrill.
However, so is driving at 120 MPH in your car.

The point is, as we go through life we must weigh the thrill against any potential bad outcome of a situation to make a decision if you really want to do it.

[sterling12]

Perhaps a "friendlier environment?" Perhaps doing something not around your home, and neighborhood, would prove just as thrilling, but not quite as dangerous?

I'd suggest finding A Support Group. Many of them have dressing facilities for Their Members, you get out, interact with other CD's, and it's located in an Environment where you have mostly anonymity and safety. Probably a lot healthier than freaking out, if you see a neighbor.

Peace and Love, Joanie

[Delenn]

Preparation is important, but not help without real steps. First time panic is normal behaving. My first time in crowded city street started very well with ''hello'' from older Gentelmen , but suddenly I felt so big panic that ran away to my car and stoped at home:devil: But this did not stop my :daydreaming:

[Miss Misery]

I think the risk taking is part of the "thrill" that brings us back each time and even pushes some of us a little closer to the edge each time. First, we're in the closet, doors locked and shades drawn. Then, maybe in our backyard or out to the mailbox/down the street and back at night ..... maybe even venturing out in public away from our neighborhood.

Some might even venture trying an adventure with a guy or woman while dressed ....

It seems like there's a charge there for some of us and I for one, had it from the "get go" back as an adolescent CDer. I was climbing out windows and walking about my neighborhood at night while all made up. I even walked down the street in broad daylight and was seen by a neighbor and her 2 daughters from 20 feet away - and I was dressed like a little girl wearing her mother's makeup, clothes, shoes etc - yikes! But I kept going out and pushing the envelope. Just charged my battery I guess.

Now, the consequences can be much greater as far as impacting where I fit in my community, job etc.

[AKAMichelle]

So we can learn to move the gutter out of our way before we have to dart back in the house.

I personally believe it is because subconsciously we want to be out and let everyone know. We are screaming we a girl but nobody notices.

[Jeanna]

For God's sake be more careful gf! I bet that was one of the biggest rushes you ever had though. I used to panic but I've come to realize that if I'm not in physical danger then oh well, face the music.:)

[Leslie Langford]

Because at the end of the day, we're still testosterone-fuelled men and that's just the way we're wired, even if there's that itsy, bitsy, teeny weeny little short circuit somewhere in our brains that has messed with our gender identity at the same time.

Why do we bungee jump, parachute from tall buildings, deep sea dive, drive dogsleds across thousands of miles of Alaskan wilderness, die trying to scale Mt. Everest, wrestle alligators, jump the Grand Canyon on a motorcycle, walk on hot coals - you name it? Same reason, although some might call that the "Jackass" syndrome at work. And as for those who guess wrong and kill themselves in the process, well, we can always comfort ourselves by saying that this was just a case of Darwinism at work and a culling of the herd to strengthen the overall gene pool :D.

[Michelle James]

Sorry you had such a hard time sweety. I have come to believe the sooner my neighbors find out the sooner we can all get over it, and we will. That being said I'm not sure I would't have run like a girl for the safety of my garage. It's the fight or flight thing. Damn i'm such a girl.

Hugs

[Fab Karen]

You were your own worst enemy. Prepare, and don't panic. If someone sees you, if you're totally en femme, odds are they won't recognize you. Even if they do, you're not a criminal.