Sarah-RT
02-26-2016, 08:00 AM
Hey everyone
It's been about two months since I've posted on the forums and I'm sure this is my first post in this section.
I have begun attending gender counselling as I had started to question the nature of my gender but the time between sessions leaves me with so many questions as I only have my experiences and I have no transgender friends though I am in contact with a support group in college there are so few of us and we are all very different or some are at different stages so it's hard to get a same experience situation.
To give a little back story I began cross dressing at around 11 or 12 ,the puberty age, though I feel as I never had the stereotypical experience of kids that age, both cis and trans where "your body begins going through changes", I never noticed any, my facial hair growth is minimal and my body hair much the same, I thought I was quite high pitched in voice for a long time too though now it's deep. My genitals never really factored in, my first personal sexual moment wasn't until I was 15.
I lived as masculine as I could portray myself from 16 or so until about a year ago(25 years old now) when I began to feel that being sculpted like a Greek hero wasn't something I wanted to do, or be known for and that I seemed to have desired that for the purpose of being attractive to women, not because I wanted to be, it was also something I thought would be good for getting out of fights because that's what men do though i no longer wish to walk around expecting to fight people.
I began to identity as gender fluid a year or two ago after I became quite active on the forums because I felt cross dressing didn't describe the emotional aspect I was feeling or the psychological, it became akin to the 'transvestite' of old. I also felt I couldn't relate to much of the content in the CDing board, not to knock what is posted there but "what colour are your panties?" Felt like a joke of what I was doing. I also couldn't remain hidden anymore and successfully came out to my friends and family, and life was good. It felt like peace in our time.
This open process began last May and I began dressing frequently, I never noticed having a "pink fog" moment and I wasn't even sure what it was like, I figured it had to do with coming out to people regretfully or the compulsive nature of buying clothes and such. As the months rolled on I was content with dressing as often as shaving allowed me, or when not having to go to work or college as I still suffer with crippling fear of others seeing me female and figured "I didn't need to present in work" so it'll be fine until I get home. Then through time constraints of college and work and other aspects of life I found I couldn't be fluid as I liked, when I liked. My facial hair also started becoming an issue where I couldn't shave it off completely and the stubble would return too quickly. I'd take many pictures of myself to post on my alternate Facebook or on snapchat for my friends to see and comment on, but I'd find myself looking at my pictures with growing remorse of how happy I appeared in them and the what if's. I then began to hate wearing wigs because of how unnatural, uncomfortable and unstylish they were and have begun to grow my own hair, i haven't got a haircut since last August and I look forward to when I can tie it up at the back.
I then realised it won't reach my expectations as I've a receding hair line and that lowering my hair line was an option, by December I was also highly convinced that removing my facial hair permanently would be a great idea, no more rough stubble, I could switch gender as I pleased and I can't grow a beard anyway and my job doesn't allow for it, win - win I thought.
I began shaving my arm pits and arms and chest because they would ruin my presentation but I'm not very hairy as it is, aside from a few loose hairs on my shoulders my back is visibly hair free naturally.
I then began to dislike the size of my hands and feet, the size of my calf muscles and biceps, I've been over weight most of my life but it never bothered me as I'm just a little round at the waist but when dressing as female it annoys me because of its limiting factor.
Most of this I attributed to not being able to present as passable and it wasn't the end of the world but I had started feeling that the emotional way I was interacting with others was an improvement, I felt very imprisoned as male in that regard, I could use my second Facebook to express as I would like and felt happy to do so. This began bleeding into my male life but it's not that I was allowing myself to express more than just grumpiness as a man it was I was femininely expressing. I've begun to favour sitting with my female friends when out socialising, though I still like to talk football with the guys ( go eagles!) but I felt more relaxed and comfortable around them (but twice as uncomfortable with myself as I wasn't like them)
In January I began to suffer what felt like depression, extreme moodiness, lack of hunger, tiredness and I began avoiding the people who knew about my transness and I couldn't face sitting with them noticing the other women in the room and longing to be like them. It felt like my mind was in a debate constantly with lots of people shouting at once but not making any sense, but everything they were saying was TRANS!!!
It has affected me in college and is crippling me at home and its following me to work, my counsellor said after the second session how heavy she feels after I describe the last few months of my life to her and she suggested some relaxation meditation to try and calm my mind a bit.
Some of the problems though is that when I feel particularly depressed it drives the need to crossdress down, I haven't deduced whether this is because of fear,shame and guilt because I'm a confused strange male or whether it's because I make for a poor flawed girl. At one point I wished the trans feelings would go away so this mental turmoil would stop and go away and one particular day it did, I had no interest in anything female, couldn't connect to my previous experiences and felt as if I had made them up, I then became frightened they wouldn't come back and it would be gone forever which made me feel worse.
A day or two later it returned and I dressed again, went to bed as Sarah and I felt a bit more relaxed and comfortable in the notion of being gender fluid but the confusion remains and the thoughts and fears and the longing.
I would say I had a normal typical male childhood, playing sports and climbing and getting dirty but I recall individual events such as wearing my sisters lipstick at 6 or 7, cross dressing my action figures with barbie clothes and wearing a costume wig that my sister had, but reading blogs online I didn't have extreme dysphoria, I grew up wanting to be a police man etc to the point now where my male identity has become stagnant because the changes to that affect how female I can be but I'm questioning if I could be female but I think it scares me a lot and I retreat to my male side, I then think I'm not gender fluid because I use my maleness to hide from the female I could become or from others seeing that side of me. I then doubt it all because I don't hate my body to the point of damaging it to be rid of it but I have no real interest in using it either. I also don't feel female because I like war films and football and don't find babies cute but I've begun to wonder if what I feel and think IS the female and not male at all and that mannerisms and responses that females use are learned and not inherited.
I'm so sorry this is so long but I'm just collapsing under my mind and need to vent,
Are there any here who are not atypical stereotypes of unhappy children in the wrong bodies or have others gone through these mental gymnastics?
Sarah x
It's been about two months since I've posted on the forums and I'm sure this is my first post in this section.
I have begun attending gender counselling as I had started to question the nature of my gender but the time between sessions leaves me with so many questions as I only have my experiences and I have no transgender friends though I am in contact with a support group in college there are so few of us and we are all very different or some are at different stages so it's hard to get a same experience situation.
To give a little back story I began cross dressing at around 11 or 12 ,the puberty age, though I feel as I never had the stereotypical experience of kids that age, both cis and trans where "your body begins going through changes", I never noticed any, my facial hair growth is minimal and my body hair much the same, I thought I was quite high pitched in voice for a long time too though now it's deep. My genitals never really factored in, my first personal sexual moment wasn't until I was 15.
I lived as masculine as I could portray myself from 16 or so until about a year ago(25 years old now) when I began to feel that being sculpted like a Greek hero wasn't something I wanted to do, or be known for and that I seemed to have desired that for the purpose of being attractive to women, not because I wanted to be, it was also something I thought would be good for getting out of fights because that's what men do though i no longer wish to walk around expecting to fight people.
I began to identity as gender fluid a year or two ago after I became quite active on the forums because I felt cross dressing didn't describe the emotional aspect I was feeling or the psychological, it became akin to the 'transvestite' of old. I also felt I couldn't relate to much of the content in the CDing board, not to knock what is posted there but "what colour are your panties?" Felt like a joke of what I was doing. I also couldn't remain hidden anymore and successfully came out to my friends and family, and life was good. It felt like peace in our time.
This open process began last May and I began dressing frequently, I never noticed having a "pink fog" moment and I wasn't even sure what it was like, I figured it had to do with coming out to people regretfully or the compulsive nature of buying clothes and such. As the months rolled on I was content with dressing as often as shaving allowed me, or when not having to go to work or college as I still suffer with crippling fear of others seeing me female and figured "I didn't need to present in work" so it'll be fine until I get home. Then through time constraints of college and work and other aspects of life I found I couldn't be fluid as I liked, when I liked. My facial hair also started becoming an issue where I couldn't shave it off completely and the stubble would return too quickly. I'd take many pictures of myself to post on my alternate Facebook or on snapchat for my friends to see and comment on, but I'd find myself looking at my pictures with growing remorse of how happy I appeared in them and the what if's. I then began to hate wearing wigs because of how unnatural, uncomfortable and unstylish they were and have begun to grow my own hair, i haven't got a haircut since last August and I look forward to when I can tie it up at the back.
I then realised it won't reach my expectations as I've a receding hair line and that lowering my hair line was an option, by December I was also highly convinced that removing my facial hair permanently would be a great idea, no more rough stubble, I could switch gender as I pleased and I can't grow a beard anyway and my job doesn't allow for it, win - win I thought.
I began shaving my arm pits and arms and chest because they would ruin my presentation but I'm not very hairy as it is, aside from a few loose hairs on my shoulders my back is visibly hair free naturally.
I then began to dislike the size of my hands and feet, the size of my calf muscles and biceps, I've been over weight most of my life but it never bothered me as I'm just a little round at the waist but when dressing as female it annoys me because of its limiting factor.
Most of this I attributed to not being able to present as passable and it wasn't the end of the world but I had started feeling that the emotional way I was interacting with others was an improvement, I felt very imprisoned as male in that regard, I could use my second Facebook to express as I would like and felt happy to do so. This began bleeding into my male life but it's not that I was allowing myself to express more than just grumpiness as a man it was I was femininely expressing. I've begun to favour sitting with my female friends when out socialising, though I still like to talk football with the guys ( go eagles!) but I felt more relaxed and comfortable around them (but twice as uncomfortable with myself as I wasn't like them)
In January I began to suffer what felt like depression, extreme moodiness, lack of hunger, tiredness and I began avoiding the people who knew about my transness and I couldn't face sitting with them noticing the other women in the room and longing to be like them. It felt like my mind was in a debate constantly with lots of people shouting at once but not making any sense, but everything they were saying was TRANS!!!
It has affected me in college and is crippling me at home and its following me to work, my counsellor said after the second session how heavy she feels after I describe the last few months of my life to her and she suggested some relaxation meditation to try and calm my mind a bit.
Some of the problems though is that when I feel particularly depressed it drives the need to crossdress down, I haven't deduced whether this is because of fear,shame and guilt because I'm a confused strange male or whether it's because I make for a poor flawed girl. At one point I wished the trans feelings would go away so this mental turmoil would stop and go away and one particular day it did, I had no interest in anything female, couldn't connect to my previous experiences and felt as if I had made them up, I then became frightened they wouldn't come back and it would be gone forever which made me feel worse.
A day or two later it returned and I dressed again, went to bed as Sarah and I felt a bit more relaxed and comfortable in the notion of being gender fluid but the confusion remains and the thoughts and fears and the longing.
I would say I had a normal typical male childhood, playing sports and climbing and getting dirty but I recall individual events such as wearing my sisters lipstick at 6 or 7, cross dressing my action figures with barbie clothes and wearing a costume wig that my sister had, but reading blogs online I didn't have extreme dysphoria, I grew up wanting to be a police man etc to the point now where my male identity has become stagnant because the changes to that affect how female I can be but I'm questioning if I could be female but I think it scares me a lot and I retreat to my male side, I then think I'm not gender fluid because I use my maleness to hide from the female I could become or from others seeing that side of me. I then doubt it all because I don't hate my body to the point of damaging it to be rid of it but I have no real interest in using it either. I also don't feel female because I like war films and football and don't find babies cute but I've begun to wonder if what I feel and think IS the female and not male at all and that mannerisms and responses that females use are learned and not inherited.
I'm so sorry this is so long but I'm just collapsing under my mind and need to vent,
Are there any here who are not atypical stereotypes of unhappy children in the wrong bodies or have others gone through these mental gymnastics?
Sarah x