Originally Posted by
nancybali
Another comment is probably not needed since much on both sides of this sensitive question has already been posted. But, in the spirit of us all being different and our circumstances being different, here's my deal. Being now over age 60 and getting married at age 21, I did not understand "Nancy" nor these feelings in me at that time and I actually thought that living with a woman would reduce these urges, because back then I thought it was a form of sexual expression. It didn't take me long to realize that it is far more than that--but I didn't even hear the term "transgendered" until about 15 years ago. When I first shared a closet with a woman my desire to wear her clothes was overwhelming.
I am in agreement that honesty is the best policy, but I take issue with your comparing crossdressing to having an affair. I took a vow of fidelity, one that I have never broken. I did not take a vow to not crossdress, nor a vow at the age of 21 that I fully understood myself.
Now, I actually have told my wife multiple times that I am a crossdresser, and as recently as a few months ago I told her that I wanted to have her acceptance of more dressing around the house. She said 'no' and would talk no more about it. She knows, because I've told her, that I have a variety of female undies, shoes, skirts, blouses. We have a DADT agreement and she knows where these clothes are but she does not want to see them or see me in them (other than panties that she has accepted is the only underwear I have.
So, if I had a do-over and could have known myself well enough over 40 years ago to put it all on the table then, I would. Her lack of acceptance of me and "sneaking around" to furtively shop or dress when she is not around is the hardest thing in my life. I have told her because I didn't want to deceive her and because I long for her acceptance. I do not think that she would say that she is glad she knows. she'd prefer, she's told me, that this had never come up.
And, just to clarify outside of this issue we get along we'll, I love her and she loves me, she just doesn't love "Nancy," nor even know her name. Nancy