Christine Andrews
04-24-2007, 03:07 AM
Good morining sisters :happy:
I have hit a stumbling block with dressing as of late and feel trapped by it in manner of speaking. The problem is I am finding it difficult to truly accept myself as a crossdresser, even thoughit is something which I know completes me as person and does make me happy. The problem comes when I feel that I acvcept myself, I feel guilty for doing so. The only reason I can think of is that I'm hiding it from my mum. [I must point out that I don't really get along with many relatives except for my mum - though I don't see them often. I certainly don't get along with my father - I just dislike him. The thought of being like him...it will never happen]
I did once break under stress and guilt and tell my mum that I crossdressed and told her most of the background behind (leaving some details out for our discretion and were unnecessary), I purged and promised to never do it again. To my surprise although visibly shocked (which is part of what made me feel even more guilty) she said whether or not I stop is up to me and left at that. So I tried and failed to stop and I shopped again and accidently dropped a pair of tights in the bathroom. I didn't realise I had until my mum confronted me and said that she thought I had stopped and that if I had to carry on doint it to be more careful and that I didn't need to tell her, just be careful. Once again I vowed to stop and at the time I genuinely meant it and purged again.
Needless to say I started again and recently I bought some leggings which I had to leave in compartment in my bag whilst at work. I thought they would be safe in the front compartment and not the main one. It seems however that myt mum found some of my University notes and went to put them in the front pocket - or so I believe. Hints were given by her that she knew and that is where my problem grew.
I posted this latter part here and the advice given was to tell her. Everytime I treid to tell her the words froze in throat and my hands start to shake and fear wins and I back out. Just thinking of talking to her scares me because I view my mum as my best friend, someone I've always been able to talk to and I hate even trying to lie to her.
Thinking about this it comes down to the fact that I have not truly 100% accepted myself. I don't know what I'll be, a closeted crossdresser for as long as possible staying indoors or a brave crossdresser with confidence to go out and not care whether or not I pass. I know that I will always be a crossdresser and that will never change, I have tried many times to stop and this makes me more miserable than the guilt of doing it.
So I have to ask, does the guilt ever subside? How do you accept yourself truly for who you are? I feel I may already know the answer and I may just be avoiding it but I would really appreciate any input any of you could offer.
[As a side note, the sad thing is that I believe my mum would have been accepting of my crossdressing if I had told her the truth. I suspect that she would have been ok with me dressing in private when home alone as long as I acted responsibly.]
I have hit a stumbling block with dressing as of late and feel trapped by it in manner of speaking. The problem is I am finding it difficult to truly accept myself as a crossdresser, even thoughit is something which I know completes me as person and does make me happy. The problem comes when I feel that I acvcept myself, I feel guilty for doing so. The only reason I can think of is that I'm hiding it from my mum. [I must point out that I don't really get along with many relatives except for my mum - though I don't see them often. I certainly don't get along with my father - I just dislike him. The thought of being like him...it will never happen]
I did once break under stress and guilt and tell my mum that I crossdressed and told her most of the background behind (leaving some details out for our discretion and were unnecessary), I purged and promised to never do it again. To my surprise although visibly shocked (which is part of what made me feel even more guilty) she said whether or not I stop is up to me and left at that. So I tried and failed to stop and I shopped again and accidently dropped a pair of tights in the bathroom. I didn't realise I had until my mum confronted me and said that she thought I had stopped and that if I had to carry on doint it to be more careful and that I didn't need to tell her, just be careful. Once again I vowed to stop and at the time I genuinely meant it and purged again.
Needless to say I started again and recently I bought some leggings which I had to leave in compartment in my bag whilst at work. I thought they would be safe in the front compartment and not the main one. It seems however that myt mum found some of my University notes and went to put them in the front pocket - or so I believe. Hints were given by her that she knew and that is where my problem grew.
I posted this latter part here and the advice given was to tell her. Everytime I treid to tell her the words froze in throat and my hands start to shake and fear wins and I back out. Just thinking of talking to her scares me because I view my mum as my best friend, someone I've always been able to talk to and I hate even trying to lie to her.
Thinking about this it comes down to the fact that I have not truly 100% accepted myself. I don't know what I'll be, a closeted crossdresser for as long as possible staying indoors or a brave crossdresser with confidence to go out and not care whether or not I pass. I know that I will always be a crossdresser and that will never change, I have tried many times to stop and this makes me more miserable than the guilt of doing it.
So I have to ask, does the guilt ever subside? How do you accept yourself truly for who you are? I feel I may already know the answer and I may just be avoiding it but I would really appreciate any input any of you could offer.
[As a side note, the sad thing is that I believe my mum would have been accepting of my crossdressing if I had told her the truth. I suspect that she would have been ok with me dressing in private when home alone as long as I acted responsibly.]