Elevon years ago I lost my wife to cancer. It was a long battle and the only escape I had was to crossdress. As time dragged on I became more and more enveloped in the pink fog. One of my sisters sat me down and had a long serious talk with me. I told her about the dressing and the relief it gave me and she worked with me for months helping me to get a handle on the situation. She finally gave me a Wrottwieler puppy and a "suck it up" talk and I started to recover. For eleven years the dog and I were inseperable. The CD remained but was controlable. Untill last week. My best friend died. Now I'm sitting here in a new dress because it helps me past the pain. I'm not a smart person so I don't know what the connection is but I'm glad I have some way to keep going.