I have to ask the question “what am I doing here?” Seriously, what are we doing here? We are all crossdressers at various stages of involvement and are dealing with how that impacts our lives. I get the impression that a lot of us come here for acceptance and to get a feeling of belonging. I know I come here to try and feel normal about what I do. I come here because I enjoy crossdressing and I just can’t seem to resolve that with the fact that I really don’t like what it is doing to my life. The longer I dress, the more I want to dress and the more it begins to push other things out of my life. I started with very random occurrences of opportunity and progressed to wearing panties. From there it has escalated to bras and lingerie; skirts, dresses and blouses. I have gone shopping for myself with increasing lack of concern for being discovered. We call those success stories, right? I am not so sure. I find myself looking for opportunities to isolate myself from the people I most love; I can’t wait for my wife to leave town or for the kids to go off to school. I fear when they come home; all because I want to dress. When I dress, I hide in the back of the house with the blinds drawn lest someone see me. The fact is I hate the way I look when I get dressed. I would be devastated if anyone, especially my beautiful wife were to ever see me like that. I just like the way it feels and I love the way I feel. Quite the contradiction, wouldn’t you agree? How narcissistic can I get? I am very torn because I truly enjoy Casey, and I am scared to death of what I am doing to myself and those I love. I come here looking for understanding and ideas on how to deal with it. I find support and great people who understand me and my compulsion. How could that be bad, right? I share intimate details of my life with people I don’t know in the hopes that I will be accepted into this virtual community all the while the very real community I live in every day is in danger because I like to dress. All the while, my comfort level with my crossdressing grows and my disregard for its impact diminishes. So again I ask, “What am I doing here? “ I have told my wife about my dressing and have shared that story with you. It did not go well and maybe that is the wakeup call I needed. While I am glad to finally share this part of myself with the woman I love, I hate what it has done to our marriage. I hate the lack of trust. I hate that I hurt her in a way that may not be able to be repaired. I hate that we both now live in fear of tomorrow instead of with excitement for what it will bring. Worst of all is I don’t like who I am becoming. By definition, Casey is a secretive, deceitful loner. She is very relaxed and comfortable, but she lives in the shadows of my life and can never come out into the daylight. Those are not the things I want to be. And that is not how I want to live. So to answer my own question, I do not belong here. I thank each and every one of you that have reached out to me. I thank you for sharing your stories and for sharing mine. This is a very special place for many people, but I must admit, not for me.