Robbie, are you serious about finding the origin of your CDing ? If so, go see a therapist instead of asking us ! Maybe he will help you finding a few pieces of the puzzle :)
Robbie, are you serious about finding the origin of your CDing ? If so, go see a therapist instead of asking us ! Maybe he will help you finding a few pieces of the puzzle :)
The deciding event was, after playing outside in the cold, my male genitals basically shrank down to nothing, so I had to pee sitting down. The older boy saw this, and remarked that perhaps god made a mistake, and I was supposed to be a girl; in this way, he was getting me used to not having a penis, so I'd be ready when he 'fixed me'. The boy then brought some of his younger sister's clothes for me to try on, of course they fit, and after putting them on, I saw myself in the mirror and I looked just like a little girl. The shock of this, and his continued reasoning that I was supposed to be a girl, was the inspiration that kept me crossdressing, which inspired lots of other 'feminine' behaviors. And perhaps when that happens during those developmental years, it becomes permanent. So I still feel like I'm a girl, waiting to become 'fixed' into a woman, so only girl clothes feel normal to wear, even though I know none of it's true, the feelings remain.
Between 3 and 5 I remember dressing in my mother's Merry Widow which was left on the attack stairs which were in my bedroom. I just felt a need to try it on and the feeling stuck.
It's the reverse for me. I knew I was supposed to be a girl, so I found opportunities to dress the part... even though fear of the consequences had me trying to hide it.
For the OP - I don't believe that the experience would have "stuck" if there wasn't something already within you that was waiting for that "OH YEAH, THIS IS IT!" moment.
I have always heard the LGBTQ community maintain that "born this way" is the only explanation. I have my doubts because, mathematically, few things in nature have a simple, 100% definition. I assume that there are at least some people who have a different explanation. There must be. When it comes to crossdressing, I really doubt that it is something to be born with. My gut feeling is that I have some more generic tendency that latched onto women's clothes in my brain at some later time. My primary assumption is that I have a strong appreciation for silky fabrics. Eventually, I tried on slips and pantyhose and felt the silky result. Later, throw in some puberty and something like an addiction and an obsession grew out of it.
But, I don't know any of this. The amount of work it takes to even get close to finding answers to these questions is quite large. And, no one ever does the work. People do "research" in order to graduate, but a lot of it might actually be bad information. The older I get, the more I realize that most of what I have been told in life is inaccurate generalities. Basically everyone says: "I saw a pattern and I made up a set of absolute rules to explain stuff."
Perhaps that sentence explains everything I believe and expressed in this comment. ...but I DO love crossdressing.
For me being put into a girls bathing suit by my sister and her friend when I was about 6 or so started me off. Next was underwear, bras, skirts and shoes eventualy makeup :)
"My mother, and Aunt kept saying how adorable I looked and that maybe I belonged in dresses. "
"I just rememeber just how much fun all the women were having at my expense my sisters wouldn't leave me alone !"
I think these two quotes some up the positive reinforcement given to you in a dress. It may have left a lasting impression in your mind.
I am pretty sure I was born this way.
I would think at the time it was traumatic event for you. In retrospect it appears to be different. It is difficult to say if this was the trigger for future dressing events. Do you at this time enjoy dressing and the pleasure that it brings? Crossdressing for me has been the one constant in my life and even though I did not have an event like yours, I am so enamored with dressing like a girl.
Love, Sabrina