To crossdress or not to crossdress
Hi WOC,
You have been offered so much useful information by others in this website and I agree with so much of it. I am a 58 year old late bloomer with this gift. You are very young and exploring different directions and how you fit in with that. Two things that I have learned and will say is that no matter who we are, how we look, behave, and dress, there will always be a few detractors out there. With that in mind and guided by what feels right in your conscience live your life the way you truly want to live it. Yes we should be law abiding citizens but beyond that there are few restrictions. The second thought is that usually our worst fear is fear itself. We tend to worry about the ramifications of how others react about us when in reality there is either no reaction expressed or there is support given. This fashion preference does not make us cause violence or destruction or create fear outside of us. It is only the narrow minded, red necked, bigoted, and intolerant people who might react in a negative way towards us but what goes around comes around. For their behaviour they surely must live pretty miserable lives. I don't feel that way at all and I sense much love and joy by the confident comments expressed by many people who are in this web community. Enjoy the ride. Cheers! :) Chris
There are lots of ways to manage discoveries....
Since it seems the popular thing to answer in your post, no, I was never "discovered" because someone found my things or came upon me minding my own business in a blouse.
But, I did/do make noises all the time about having my own mind and being willing to talk, talk, talk about things. I comment on the news, books I read, what the neighbor said about something, etc.
People know me by my words and actions - and people aren't dumb. They figure things out. If you talk about something, they figure you have a reason for doing so... Even "academic" discussions are about topics picked for a reason.
My father died before I got around to sharing this part of my business with him. But, knew my Dad well and he would have kept a respectful distance from my affairs - because he rarely offered more than an opinion about what I did. His job was to keep me safe - get me out the door in the morning and collect me at night... My life was mine to live - his major concern was that I keep living - how was usually up to me.
My mother and I discussed this late in her life. She too, was pretty good about leaving her children to use their minds and live their own lives. When she heard about it, she was fascinated by it. It was never a problem for us and I think she admired me having a life of my own - and having so many friends, a good job, a nice home, etc. It was more, "Really? Is that right? And, it's fun? Tell me more." As I have noted before, I think by then she was "old" but happy that someone else was "getting out there."
As to my siblings... Well, they didn't want to know what they didn't have to know. It wasn't something of interest to them and they'd rather spend time talking about, and working on, a room addition than get into my personal life. I told them, years in advance by talking about things of interest to me, what kind of person I was like, what my views were about particular things...
So, when we got around to talking about it, their response was like my neighbors, "Yeah, well it's a big world. Good for you. What else is going on with you? Going to buy that SUV you were talking about last week?"
There's a right way and a wrong way to do everything. The right way to share information about yourself is to share it, not hide it. How, when, where, why, and with who you share things is up to you. Be kind - find a way to tell people as you go along instead of putting you all in bad spot later when "it" comes as a big sudden surprise that you have no control over.