My parents were highly against me dressing while I was growing up, I have had to hide this side of me from everyone around me, and because of that I have been fighting depression and self esteem problems all of my life.
My parents were highly against me dressing while I was growing up, I have had to hide this side of me from everyone around me, and because of that I have been fighting depression and self esteem problems all of my life.
I suppose my mother contributed somewhat to my crossdressing. I have seen pictures of me when I was about three or four in a dress with long hair. There are also memories of mine dressing in some of my mothers clothes when I was six or seven. Several years ago, I told my wife that my older sister caught me a couple of times dressed in my mothers clothes. My wife told me then, that my sister has told her a couple of times that I was dressed up. My sister doesn't know that I still dress up.
Dana Ryan
Directly, never, no dressing me up, or implying they wanted a girl (my sister arrived only two years after me)
But, she was tacitly supportive, every "red nose day" (UK charity thing) at school you had to do something to be sponsored for, and every year I always picked "dress as a girl for a day", and she always helped with that.
She also never mentioned the fact her shoes were never where she left them, and she must have known who moved them.
Running, jumping, climbing trees, putting on makeup when you're up there, just like the army, except for the talking squirrels.
As the youngest of three boys, I was told I was "supposed" to be a girl; my name would have been Mary. And since I was supposed to be a girl, I wondered at a young age what it would be like to actually be female. I remember as a very little kid my mom was sewing new fabric covers for a couple of large lampshades and the material looked just like a skirt. I put it on just to see what it was like and I loved it. Years later, I tried on mom's things until I grew too tall. She had to know but never said anything. I often saw little girls my age wearing pretty dresses and wished I could dress the same. Now I do!
My mom never encouraged or knew about my cding.. But her having boxes & boxes of old clothes in the attic sure planted the seed at an early age. Like a kid in a candy factory after closing time.
same with me they had clothes picked out and my room painted pink then I showed up and surprise. Maybe it was the pink paint under the green or the thought of them mentioning it many times to me. that halped with the way I am.
She bought me my first panties when I was 6 for a Christmas present. I asked for them.
jennigrace
My Mom did everything she could to discourage my dressing. My dad died when I was 10 and if he'd have known he probably wouldn't have openly acknowledged it. He wouldn't have liked it a bit but he would've acted like it didn't exist. I tried to come out to my Mom and a few other family members when I was about 19 or 20 and she just despised it although she tried to act like it didn't bug her for months and I will say she didn't kick me out of the house. But it really bugged her. After 2 or 3 years went by I was more or less forced into playing like "I quit crossdressing" which I didn't. I had no choice but to tell her this. She couldn't stand my bleached blonde hair in top knots,B-52's,boofoos and updos. I started doing wigs instead because they can be taken off for supper with the family and put away in cardboard boxes on styrofoam heads. No mess no fuss.
My mom is a closed mind person never accept anything that is extraordinary, she doesn't really like woman and treat them bad, parents always treat boys better than girls in my culture, there is no way I would tell her about I'm fond of crossdressing, because she's just so closed mind, she will just regard this as gay that's it. Though, she's been taking care of me for 20+ years, I love her so much, but I have my obligation to do whatever I feel comfortable and satisfied with. Today, I bought a titanium hair straightening, and it's fun to watch the tutorial online and DIY.
So my mom doesn't know about my fascination with women's clothing, well at least I don't think she does. She knew when I was a young kid that I liked pantyhose, as I called my 2nd grade teacher 'pantyhose lady.' My mom has always been one of unconditional love, but I don't think that I could ever come out to her.
My mother did not encourage this at all.
My mom didn't either. Her freaking out when she caught me dressing when I was a teen is what made me repress my identity until my late 20's early 30's. Her freaking out again when I outed myself as bi brought on depression. She was always the more accepting of my parents, but when I took down my walls and opened my heart to her all I did was give her something vulnerable to strike at.
Between my mom hurting me and one of the few genetic girls I was a friend with hurting me, I find it much easier to open myself up to men than to women. With guys all I need to do to see if they are accepting is talk politics and bring up gay rights. If the guy is in ANY way even slightly defensive of his sexuality he will hurt you. But if he isn't he'd be accepting. Women on the other hand can seem supportive of GLBT issues right up until you out yourself, then hurt you. Then again I only brought up my sexuality issues with guys, the gender stuff I haven't told anyone except my mom and the girl who hurt me about.
Well I think my mom wanted a girl I do remember her putting mascara on me when I was about 4ish and I one day I told her I like wearing girls clothes didn't go into detail she lets me get my eyebrows waxed and loves them as girly but tells me oh you shouldn't have gotten them done that thin everyone will notice at work which I don't care it's acceptable here in Hawaii it's a trend.One day she told me to goto a gay bar or something like that and I told her I am straight and was afraid to goto a place like that and she hasn't said anything yet.Once I forgot pantyhose on my bed and left them there and the shorts I wear around the house are womens but could pass as guys kinda.We kinda have a don't ask don't tell.I feel she always knows
When I told mum last December, she was surprised and claims never to have realised I was borrowing her stuff back when I was 7/8. She knows it's something my wife and I share but I get the impression she's never going to want me to start talking dresses and shoes with her.
When I told her i was bi-curious she recoiled. Not talking about that bit with her again!
when i was a child my mom always dressed me as a girl,she made me wear tights with a dress or go to school in tights and get bugged by the bullies cause i wore tights to school which it did,nt bother me anyways.but after a while i did,nt like wearing tights i wanted to wear pantyhose since the nylon material was smoother than the tights and more transparent but i did fall in love with the material tho.
Sadly, only discouragement on the occasions when my mother caught a few times wearing my sisters things. Today every so often it does cross my mind if she still thinks I dress, and I have thought about asking her that, but probably best not to.
I too also wonder where I would be today had she accepted that part of me and encouraged it when she first found out. Unfortunaly, when I first began experimenting with ladies dress back in the early 70's at the age of 6-7 it was still a time that society for the most part was still very non-understanding about such things and the community we lived in was still (even to this day) socially ridiged holding on to the ideal's of the pre-WWII era in which my mother grew up in.
Last edited by Sarah V; 11-11-2011 at 01:59 PM.
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"Sport is for men.......But Ballet is for women" ---- George Balenchine
Mom helped me with CDing in such a loving way that in retrospec I think her approach speeks volumes about her character, not mine. I was nine when I started to secretly wear my sister's panties. Sue was a year younger but nearly the same size in everything! Initially I used the laundry hamper as my source of underwear, but freshly laundered panties from her lingerie drawer were better still and offered the opportunity for some choise in color or fabric, as opposed to the "panties du jour" that the hamper allowed. I would sneak on a pair of her panties whenever I found the opportunity, wear them all day and deposit them in the hamper without anyone's knowledge, or so I thought. My "skid marks" were more prominent than Sue's but not so much any one could tell.
Her underwear were mostly cotton but a few were silky nylon and especially girly, and well, in a word – wonderful. One day, my mother caught me wearing them! More to the point I think she observed the irregular "panty count" in the laundry. Some days Sue would have two dirties other days none. My pattern was strangely similar. Mom questioned me about wearing Sue.s panties shaking her head and adding a stern rebuke. She threatened to tell my father. I was of course mortified and frightened sufficiently that I did not raid Susan's panty drawer again for months. During that time her threat wore thin, but the memory of those panties remained. I attempted to be stealthier but I guess she knew, because one day I found my underwear drawer stacked with newly purchased Vanity Fair nylon panties in my size and in a variety of colors. I ran to Mom that same day and gave her a big kiss without providing a word of explanation. Not a word was offered by either one of us but she smiled knowingly.
That moment signaled for me an open door to be able to talk about my expanding desires to dress. Not just in panties but pretty from head to toe. Mom was sympathetic to a limit, and continued to add to my secret wardrobe. My father was a First Class Petty Office in the navy and at sea for much of my life. He was not a partner to, or ever knew of, this secret that I was aware of. It was a mutual conspiracy that included my sister. She was mostly supportive as long as I stayed away from her things. Soon, my mother even went so far as to be encouraging. Enough so that she also introduced me to shopping enfemme -Mom, Sue and Bobbi. I was ten and loved it so.
Last edited by Bobbi McCarthy; 11-11-2011 at 04:31 PM.
My mother didn't consciously encourage me (in general, she was a fairly traditional Southern woman), but one incident when I was a little boy almost certainly planted the seed, or fired my active imagination...I went to play at my girl cousin's house, and the two of us went out and "explored" a muddy lot nearby until I was too filthy to be allowed back in the car without a change of clothes, which I didn't have. So Mom and her sister pressed some of my cousin's clothes into service--not a dress, mind you, but a not-too-girly pair of pants and a top, and underneath, fairly girly panties (this was the early '70s, so something modest and ruffly, from what I remember), because that's what she had. I was fascinated with the panties and insisted on talking about them and pulling them way up on my torso, which of course meant they showed. That got me a lot of teasing from my aunts and cousins, which was attention! So you can see how that would lead to something further somewhere down the road...when we got home and I changed out of my cousin's clothes into my pajamas, Mom put them in the laundry and I just assumed the panties would end up in my underwear drawer (I may have even asked Mom about it), but that never happened. She probably thought she had nipped my fascination in the bud by not mentioning it again, but of course that didn't happen.
My mother was a big influence. She used to make dresses and specialised in doing complete weddings. We would often have brides dresses and bridesmaid dresses in the house for weddings. When I was a young teen and the right size I was used frequently as a model. I figure in my life I have worn maybe 30 wedding dresses, and countless bridesmaid's dresses.
I remember one time trying on a dress that was a perfect fit. My mother added the veil, then we got some flowers and my father pretended to lead his "daughter" down the aisle. We all had a good laugh at that. I remember my mother said it was such a shame I wasn't born a girl, I looked better in the wedding dress than the girl who was going to get married in it.
Fuzzy memories here. At times mom used me for a sewing mannequin. Mom wanted to dress me a couple of times for Halloween, but I was afraid that other kids in my school would see how girly I looked, and discover how much I liked dresses. Later mom discovered the pantyhose under my mattress. And threatened to send me to a psychologist--until I said I would never do it again. And thereafter whenever I dressed in secret--I would promise myself that this was absolutely the last time--forever.
I started secretly trying on Mom's bras, panties, girdles, etc when I was about 11 or 12 years old. I know that she knew I was doing it as one time she commented that I should "please put everything back where you got it when you are done!" I took that as her tacit permission to continue my Cding - which I have done to this day (and I'm now 67 years old!)
I feel like I'm in therapy answering this.
My older sister had a big influence on me, but that's for a different thread.
She did not know but I bet she did and just never confronted me about it. But she did encourage me to dress by having so many nice clothes.
Well, my mom never did anything whatsoever to encourage me and I don't recall ever doing anything that would reveal what I only thought to myself. I did not explore dressing until I left home... that's not to mean I did not think about it... A LOT! I guess I came by this all by my lonesome.
Mom and my Gran taught me how to do hair, set it and style it. I wanted curls too and they were prettty accepting of it. I do go now to salons to get perms with mom, and she seems fine with it. I am somewhat girly when I go, and no one seems to mind.
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