I like many others here have hidden out my whole life, and god forbid have a neighbor see me. Well it has taken some time for it to sink in that life is short and it is now or never and damn the neighbors, it’s my life not there’s. I also got a kick in the gut about four years ago that I had cll, (Chronic lymphocytic leukemia) from Agent Orange.
I went and saw my therapist on Wednesday enfem. It’s not my first time to see her dressed, but what is different is that I dressed at home the last two times I have seen her. It is about 45 minutes from my home to her office.
My last visit has left me floating, like a giddy schoolgirl. When I get there she almost always moves her chair just a few inches closer after I set down and I love the feeling I get which is a feeling of acceptance.
At our last meeting I said something like “I wish that I could really pass as a woman”. Her response to that was if she didn’t know me she would think I am a woman. My response was that real women don’t dress like me, and here is the best part for me, she said that I had my own style like all women do, and it is great taste.
I don’t want to keep rambling, so I will stop here, Thank You for listening.
Love Karen