I have read several threads where going out maybe for the first time and also subsequent times
has been traumatic.
But I would love to see some of your stories, funny and the serious ones about going out for the first time.
For instance, how long or how stressful was it before you took that first step across to the outside world, how many times did you check outside the house before you left it?
For me when I first ventured out of the front door I must have checked the windows hundreds of times, opened and closed the front door hundreds of times before stepping out. Even once outside it seemed that ALL the neighbors came out at the same time which left me a shivering wreck.
Also, I remember once after checking hundreds of times if anyone was about. I went out and I managed to get to the car parked on my drive, and as I got into the car in a rush I hit my head on the opening into the car and my hair came adrift It was exactly at this point the postman who I failed to see when checking if the coast was clear came and gave me my post. How embarrassing
Even though most of us take our dressing seriously I do laugh at these things now and it does make me smile when I do hear of other stories.
But if I could turn the clock back, I would do it all again it has and is a great life being gender fluid. Trust Me!
Gail xxxxxxx