Struggling to accept crossdressing
I have been cross dressing since 12 and I am only 18 now. When I first started, I felt a kind a perverse thrill, and yet there was this guiltiness and disgust tugging on my conscience, begging myself to stop what I was doing because I was ultimately male and what I was doing would be a terrible shock to my sisters and mother should they ever find out. However, as the years passed, I find myself more and more compelled to crossdress, and desensitized towards how my family would feel if they knew what I was doing.
A lot of you have already settled in your identity as a cross dresser, especially the older adults, however I am still struggling with this “identity”/”condition”. I never really put a name to my “identity”/”condition” until I did a thorough web search a few months back. At first, what I dug up was “transvestic fetishism”, which totally scared me because I never thought of myself as a transvestite and in fact, feel a certain degree of distaste towards transvestites. Most of my searches turned up medical reports and research papers, which viewed cross dressing from a rather detached and objective viewpoint, emphasising that it was a sexual disorder that had no cure. I didn’t want that sort of perspective, I needed personal anecdotes from actual crossdressers, I needed some form of compassion and empathy, and most of all I needed advice. When I discovered Dixie’s website, I felt like I had uncovered a windfall of information that was actually useful, I realised that there were actually people out there who had to same “identity”/”condition” whom I could talk to.
I was wondering if any of you could share your own experiences of struggling with deal with your cross dressing compulsion when you were younger. I know many think that cross dressing is an identity however, at this age, I am not prepared to accept that I will be cross dressing my entire life and would like to fight against it. Could any of you give me anecdotes and advice?
Thank you.
I enjoyed the hell out of it!
>>I was wondering if any of you could share your own experiences of struggling with deal with your cross dressing compulsion when you were younger. I know many think that cross dressing is an identity however, at this age, I am not prepared to accept that I will be cross dressing my entire life and would like to fight against it. Could any of you give me anecdotes and advice?
Struggle?
Well, like anyone engaged in this (one of many things that allegedly can cause premature blindness) I did what I thought it was safe to do until I needed glasses...
And, when I got the glasses, I realized that if I could get one set and pay for them, I could get another and pay for them too.
Problem? What problem?
Growing up to be happy is growing up so that you wind up being the person you want to be. Some people aspire to be on the High School football team, and they coast the rest of their lives on that. Others want to be Air Conditioning repairmen so they can buy a boat, drink beer, and jet around scaring fish. Me, I wanted all that and to find a skirt that fit properly and shoes that went with the skirt, etc. So, sue me - I have a life!
Living at home with parents and brother and sisters is just practice for the other people you'll run into in life. Your Dad mutters about "trannies"? Ask him to go say it to the tranny - he probably won't. And, if he does, he might get, "Dickhead!" in return. So much for that... Turns out he doesn't have superpowers.
Look, if you like what you do, pay attention to what you can and can't do and manage your life so you can be you. CDing is not harmful unless you make it a problem for yourself - it's not them, they don't even know about it. And, if they find out, you can say, "Yeah, I kinda like it. And, it doesn't cost any more than Playboy magazines, you know. I didn't tell you about it, because I didn't think you wanted to know my business."
On the other hand, you wrote about being depressed and not being able to talk about it. So, try this:
"Gee. I feel like pond scum because I kinda like doing the dirty deed and I think you guys would not like me and might beat me up and throw me out of the house. I just like it. I know it's not the solution to life's problems... It's just something I like to do sometimes and I feel bad because... Well, I guess I'm not perfect... And, I feel like I'm letting you guys down because I'm not. I like this and it seems a little weird to me, but it seems like I'm just this way. So, are you gonna yell at me now and make me leave home? It's not your fault and it's not your problem, but I could stand some help if this is the way I am. I'll shut up now so you can give me a hard time. I know it's a big deal and all. So, go ahead, tell me what it is I'm supposed to do about being me - which is kinda sucking right now."
Asking for help is different from just dumping a problem on them.
Odds are good you'll work out at least a truce on the matter.
What can they do?
You're their kid.
You're their kid needing some help being a kid, and growing up to be a happy, living person.
Good thinking and good luck.
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.