Nobody encouraged me at all. Instead of encouragement it would have been counselling, psychaitrists and electric shock therapy for me if anybody in the family knew.
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Nobody encouraged me at all. Instead of encouragement it would have been counselling, psychaitrists and electric shock therapy for me if anybody in the family knew.
When I was young, anywhere from say 5-15 or 16, I would of course mainly get my cloths from my mom. No way she didn't know. I had been "caught" numerous time, maybe with panties, nylons, whatever. The same old speaches as listed above, you get the picture.
Then one evening when I was about 12 or so, my parents went out for dinner leaving me home alone. My mom had this really sexy black party dress, real drapy, soft, and form fitting. And of course matching heels. So. There was I, fully dressed, heels, nylons, panties, bra, and dress (her clothes fit me perfectly at the time), makeup .... and guess who walks in the door. No hiding, nothing I could do. So, the "big idea of how to fix me" was to take me to a therapist. Exactly ONE VISIT. My answers were "mumble mumble yes, mumble mumble no" etc. Very embarrased. On the way home, mom said "well that was pretty awful, and I don't suppose this is going to help you in any way". I believe the therapist talked to her after I left the room and told her I was pretty much hooked for life. Just to be clear, there was never any violence, or anything like that. But I was certainly discouraged. I often wonder what my life would be like now if they had been encouraging then? Interesting thought.
By being a wonderful, loving, sensitive and strong woman. She was my role model and the one I wanted to pattern my life after.Quote:
Originally Posted by seanmuscle
I started cd'ing at 7 after my sister was born (like Karren) and started wearing mom's dresses I pulled out of the cloths hamper. She never knew, untill I shared with her that I was a crossdresser when I was in my 30's. I asked her if she knew I used her cloths, but she said she didn't.
So she never encouraged me or put me in dresses or put lipstick on me, but she was my influence, just by being the kind of person I so much wanted to be like.
My mom never encouraged me in any way. I was into her and my sister's stuff quite often, and I've always wondered if either of them knew. Surely I couldn't have been as clever at putting things back as I thought I was. At any rate, nothing was ever said. But if my mom had known, I'm sure she'd have been shocked and would have told my dad, and it would have been curtains for me.
she encouraged me today by getting my makeup for me:)
She didn't in the way of dressing me in girls clothes,but after losing my father when I was 9,she was the bread winner for myself and my 3 older sisters in the mid 60's something almost unheard of back then.More of a role model I guess,that being said being exposed to female clothing and mannerisms I guess it was only a matter of time that I would start to try on items left laying around.Only once I remember my sisters dressing me up from head to toe for halloween I think.I think thats the birth of my obsession.Is it nature or nurture?Sorry got off subject.Bye-Bye.
Gone cottin choppin.
Mom begin dressing me when I was about 9 years old.
She would shop a 2nd hand clothing store every time we went to town, I would almost always go with her and can remember well her looking at the rack and racks of clothing.
I had ask her if I could have something but I knew they almost nothing for men and even less for a young boy. My sister that was younger than I and mom would often find cute outfits for her. and I would feel left out.
Mom came home one day with a bag and say "I found you something" I was so excited even when she brings out a blue dress and hair bow. I remember her dressing me and putting the bow in my hair and telling me how good I look. she took a picture (I still have it) with her Kodak Brownie (have that too). I was so happy that not only did I get something new, but mom was so pleased with the way I look. From then on my interest was not only in the dresses but other items as well.
Mom never spoke to me about it but I know in my heart she knew. How could she not know as I probably made a mess out of her dresser and put things back were they didn't belong many times. I often wonder what it would have been like if she had confronted me about it. I wonder if she just thought I would grow out of it and better off not talking about it.
Suzy
I did not have any with my mom, other than my mom and dad - "jokingly" ???? used to always say I was a mistake (I was the 5th kid, and last) and that I was supposed to be Danielle and not Daniel.
In no way whatsoever. :sad:
My mom in no way ever condone me dressing. One day in high school we had spirit week and one day was oppsite day where the guys dressed as girls and vise versa. I dressed as a girl with some help from from two GG friends of mine. my mom knew but was not openly supportive. when ever she went out I would dress in her cloths. my brother has seen me dressed one day when we were kids. my SO is very supportive of me and we go shopping together once in a while. now I have come out to a handful of people.
Can any other Cds share their experiences?