I don't know how well many of you know about my current situation, so I guess I'll give a hopefully brief synopsis.
I have been wearing panties off and on since I was 6 years old. I have fully dressed perhaps ten or eleven times because my desire to dress fully is greater then my living situations have ever allowed.
Throughout my life I have wondered why I was born a male and always felt I would be happier as a female. This gender confusion really started spiraling out of control in November and December of 2011. Fortunately I found this forum and got into therapy. From reading threads here and speaking with my therapist I knew there would come a time when I would need to share everything with my wife, and I decided it would be better to do this sooner than later. If she wants nothing to do with me then we can move on with our lives.
Several times over the last week I have attempted to tell her, but how do you begin a conversation that will ultimately get to “I want to dress like a girl and suck…?” Honestly I don’t even know if that IS what I really want, although the feeling, thought, desire, however you want to put it, is inside of me.
A week ago I moved into my own place because I couldn’t be around my wife in the state of mind that I’m in right now. It wasn’t healthy for either of us to live together. At first she thought what I was going to therapy for was something minor, however, as I continued she began understanding something is seriously going on with me and she’s given me a lot of freedom, understanding, and compassion.
The sad truth is, I am/was too scared to speak my truth to her face. Her reactions and facial expressions probably would have been too much for me to take and I would have shut up. Honestly most of the time when I speak to my therapist I cannot look her in the face, so I spend most of our sessions speaking to the wall or bookcase. She’s never brought it up as I’m sure she knows why I have to do this.
Last Friday I wrote my wife a letter detailing everything I've been dealing with and what I've been talking to my therapist about over the last month. I gave my wife the letter on Saturday afternoon. The letter contains everything I’ve done, thought, dreamt, and fantasized about, basically it is my life, so it was no short letter. Through that letter I told her things that I had never told another being up until my current therapist. All of my shameful acts, blunders, regrets, hopes, needs, fears, everything that is me, I put into words and carefully put those words onto paper. Then I tried to hand it to her.
Handing it too her proved too difficult. So difficult, in fact, that I could not let it go as she tried to take it from me. Finally I placed it on the counter. I asked her to not read it while I was with her and since I spent the night she didn't get a chance to read it until this morning. Several times I fought the urge to take the letter back, or to sneak downstairs while she slept and toss it into the fire, denying it ever existed in the morning. Even when I left the house before her I looked at it, lying there on the counter, quietly holding all of my deepest secrets, and I wanted so badly to just quickly grab it and run away, never looking back. I didn’t. I went to do my laundry and left the letter where it lay.
She called me and told me she read the letter. I started crying. I do that a lot lately. She told me everything is fine and that we’ll talk tonight. To say I’m nervous doesn’t do justice to how I feel right now. Actually I feel like I’m going to vomit.
Right now I’m just trying to keep myself occupied with anything so I don’t start building this whole mental scenario of what she’s going to say to me when we see each other in a few hours.
I won’t be able to post anything until tomorrow morning and I’ll fill you all in on how it went.
Now I am going to the bathroom to vomit…seriously.