Originally Posted by
Silmaril
Hey Sisters, I have a question I'm grappling with, and I could use input from any of you that have the patience for this long post (for which I apologize in advance). I'm in a terrible tailspin about my identity, and I'm wondering if any of you can relate or have any insight to offer.
I had always thought of myself as a crossdresser. My patterns followed what I have seen so many of you write about here as you describe being a crossdresser. My therapist (who I recently began working with) asked me to design the perfect scenario for myself, even if it's a fantasy. I started by saying I'd love to be able to switch back and forth from perfectly male to perfectly female at will. But then came the realization that--now that I am without a wife so am not "needed" as a man--if I actually had this power, it would be no time at all before I had absolutely no interest in switching back to being a male. This came as a huge surprise, not the least of which was my nearly complete lack of loyalty to my male genitalia.
I've discovered that, for me, crossdressing isn't simply a foray into being a woman; it's an escape from being a man. To me, there's a big difference. I've realized that my heterosexuality is partly due to how strongly repelled I am by male bodies …including my own. In fact, I now view the primary (only?) benefit of my inhabiting a male body as being that it allows me to attract women. But I am also suddenly aware of how my feminine nature--and maybe more specifically deficiencies in my masculine nature--has sabotaged my romantic relationships.
In crossdressing, I am not simply courting my female side; I've realized I am simultaneously rejecting and fleeing from my male side. I don't know what I am, but I'm not a big fan of labels anyway. I just know that there is more involved here than simply crossdressing. This realization has turned my world upside down. I would love to be in a loving relationship. But it doesn't take a statistician to see how remarkably low my odds are of finding someone who'll put up with this situation, let alone stay with it long-term when there is an entire world filled with potential male partners they were raised to imagine marrying someday. Also, for the record, transition is a highly improbable option for me. This is the first time in my life I've seriously entertained the notion.
Next Friday, I turn 50 ...talk about Black Friday. As if a simple midlife crisis weren't enough, now destiny has heaped this on. I'm on the verge of entering my next decade as a cliche I've always dreaded …maybe because on some level I knew it was the case: I'm a woman who is trapped in a man's body. I am confused, I am sad, and I am in the kind of pain that you might imagine this situation would create. I have a host of behaviors I've used for ages to "medicate" this situation, but they aren't effective, they hold me back, and it's time to move beyond them.
In a moment of gallows humor, someone on this forum once suggested that there's ultimately only one way out of this situation. I think about that every day now, but I'm far from ready to give in to despair. I'll keep working with my therapist, but I'm looking to my Sisters here for advice or insight.
My question is this: For those of you who understand what it is to be at war with your maleness, who would probably transition if you could but can't, and who based on probability are looking at living alone, what keeps you going every day? How do you cope? Even just "You're not alone" helps more than you might imagine.