My earliest childhood memories of crossdressing are (or were, rather) finding ways to "lose it". Or having some rare disease that required "it" be removed. I don't know that it was truly self-inflicted abuse, or the realization that how I felt inside didn't quite match me outside, compounded by the fact that crossdressing was taboo (and probably remains such in most circles), not a day went by that I didn't try new ways to find my "freedom".
From your average bicycle accident to schooyard roughhousing and more, I'd always figured that I'd have some sort of "success" where it would require removal; hence allow me to be me without criticizm. In other words, without a penis, it would be "okay" for me to "be a girl".
Though those days (and actions) are long gone (as are the scars, both mental and physical), I'm curious if I'm alone here or if anyone else has shared similar thougts and experiences. Hmm... okay, maybe not *all* of the mental scars are gone.
Originally Posted by MarieTG
