I do not socialize a lot. Sometimes I wish there was a local support group where Stephanie could feel totally accepted. In some respects part of this isolation is a generational issue. Where does a 75 year old feel welcomed? Around me are families with elementary school kids. Even in my wife's large extended family there is a sense of isolation. Once my wife's dear mom passes on I will be the oldest in the clan. I am fairly sure going to any of the few family gatherings en femme is a non-starter. If I had an accepting wife perhaps my outlook would be different.
There may be some truth for some who state "Why get dressed up if nobody is going to see you?" It is possible to look and feel terrific in one's own comfort zone. My ventures outside our home have been strolls in the evening in a safe neighborhood or creating tasks to accomplish; returning books to a library, mailing a letter, buying a soda from an outside vending machine, etc. Yes, I love the feel of the cool evening breeze playing with the skirt of my dress; even strolling in the rain with an umbrella. Getting all dolled up and accomplishing tasks within my home or sitting in the backyard is mentally fulfilling. The biggest hurdle is finding a place that truly feels welcoming. In guy mode I am not and never was a person to frequent clubs or watering holes.
Sandi used the term "social avoidance." I my past there have been too many instances of trying to walk through a door as an accomplished man, only to not be allowed entry. So, what will happen if I try to enter those venues en femme? I envy those who have found their comfort zone that includes interaction with fellow humans.
