New peaks on the horizon.
I'm feeling MUCH better now.
Acting on the advice of the best friends a CD could have, and with the encouragement of my dear wife, I saw a different therapist yesterday, one that came recommended by my wife's therapist.
I wanted her to confirm that I was suffering from an overactive imagination, that I am not actually a crossdresser, and certainly not transsexual. That didn't happen. She said that for a couple reasons, I fit the pattern of a crossdresser. However, I don't fit the pattern of one that will transition.
There are many very dear gals that have already, or are in the process of transitioning, who share their life experiences and wisdom on this forum. They face hardships and struggles far beyond what I think I could bear. While I wish them all big hugs and great days, I am thankful for the confirmation that I am not likely to join their numbers.
You should know by now that I consider this crossdressing thing a shameful curse and transitioning a dark, frightening journey. The good news / bad news story then becomes: MsVal is "just" a crossdresser. I don't know whether to cry or to cheer.
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We talked about what I should do about it. Her advice was to cease feeling shame and accept it as a part of "me". Getting comfortable with the idea that it' okay to be a crossdresser will take a bit of work, and she is willing to help. I will see her again next Monday.
When the session was over, while brooding in my truck and checking my smart phone for messages I found the most timely, uplifting note from my sweet wife. She had done some research on line and wrote to me about a cute wig that she thinks would look good on me. How could she know how badly I needed that note? (How could a guy like me ever be so incredibly fortunate to have a wife so incredibly sweet?)
The clouds of depression were blown away and I can see new peaks on the horizon.
Best wishes
MsVal