Elizabeth, evolution, and the four creases
Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 6:41 am
Hi girls,
Just a little story, of sorts. I was born September 6, 1961 a full month premature. I weighed 5 lbs. By todays standards, no big deal. However the mortality rate in 1961 for premature babies was not so good.
It was a year before I could sit up on my own and almost two before I could walk. As a baby my mother used to keep my cradle in the living room closet, so as to keep everyone from bothering me all the time. I was the 6th child to my 24 year old 9th grade educated mother and father.
Because I was so feeble as a baby and the last child for 8 more years, my mother and sisters babied me, which led to my sisters crossdressing me and telling everyone I was thier little sister.
I was not very athletic, and had a bellybutton hernia since I was a baby caused by being born premature. I was a bedwetter, not very good at sports, poor and unpopular at school, where I attended the elementary school that just happened to have the kids of the wealthiest parents in town and was left handed.
At age 7 my hernia was operated on which was very painful, and left a huge disfiguring scar like a half moon just under my bellybutton about a third across my stomach. It destroyed my body image. And the really nice part? No one told me I was having surgery, and that it would hurt, and leave a scar. I was told that they were going to fix my outtie belly button and that I would not wet the bed anymore.
At age 9 I injured one of my eyes leaving it with 20/200 vision. This causes it to look away slightly, you can see it in my avatar. Another blow to my body image. Also during this hospital stay where I had to have surgery on my eye, my parents left me by myself in a Salt Lake City Hospital for 4 days with both my eyes patched, my hands ties down and scared to death. I remember before my dad left me there he said "you have about ten years of growing up to do in about ten minutes". I was nine. Hundreds of miles from home with strangers in a strange place. Because we were poor and I needed sunglasses, I had to wear my dad's safety glasses sunglasses that he got for free at work.
But that is what happened. I did grow up that day. I realized I was all alone. That no one was going to care about me but me. It was at my eye doctors office that I first read an article about a woman trapped in a man's body. I immediately felt the same, even though I was not a sexual person yet, and could not phathom the implications. It was also at this time that I started thinking about dressing in girls clothes.
The next year after taking proficiency exams in fifth grade, I was the only person to pass. The next highest score was a 54% but the average was in the mid forties. I however got an 89% and did not find the test particularly difficult.
In the following years I continued to be unpopular, continued to be a bed wetter, and continued to not have many friends. In eigth grade I broke my leg playing school yard football when I slipped on some ice and got ran over by the guy carrying the ball. I had no intention of trying to tackle him, but ended up unwittingly tackling him. Instead of helping me up he threw the ball at my face. In fact no on would help me, I had to hop all the way to the office. Where they called my mom and assured her my leg was not broken. Of course it was broke, and I got to go to school every day down an icy hill on crutches. I was given no pain meds, and still had to take my turn at dishes, even though I could only carry one item at a time on crutches.
At the beginning of ninth grade we moved back to California, but the first day there I shattered my elbow on a neighbors skateboard. Two months later I shattered the other one riding my bike with a shattered elbow.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the point. I am still just 14 in this story. So by now I am already wearing my sisters underwear. It is clear to me that I am not like others. In another thread someone(forgive me for not remembering who at this moment) someone suggested that perhaps we, us crossdressers, are evolution in progress. Well? that may just be so. My pinky fingers have four creases instead of three. Instead of having a crease in the middle of the of the joint, it instead has a crease on either side of the joint. Perhaps this is an evolution.
I have checked my parents, my grandparents, brothers and sisters, my own children, cousins and thousands others. No one seems to have this but me. Why?
I don't know, but I am cointunually reminded I don't know anything. Are we evolving into a kindler, gentler male? And what about the four creases?
Love always,
Elizabeth
Just a little story, of sorts. I was born September 6, 1961 a full month premature. I weighed 5 lbs. By todays standards, no big deal. However the mortality rate in 1961 for premature babies was not so good.
It was a year before I could sit up on my own and almost two before I could walk. As a baby my mother used to keep my cradle in the living room closet, so as to keep everyone from bothering me all the time. I was the 6th child to my 24 year old 9th grade educated mother and father.
Because I was so feeble as a baby and the last child for 8 more years, my mother and sisters babied me, which led to my sisters crossdressing me and telling everyone I was thier little sister.
I was not very athletic, and had a bellybutton hernia since I was a baby caused by being born premature. I was a bedwetter, not very good at sports, poor and unpopular at school, where I attended the elementary school that just happened to have the kids of the wealthiest parents in town and was left handed.
At age 7 my hernia was operated on which was very painful, and left a huge disfiguring scar like a half moon just under my bellybutton about a third across my stomach. It destroyed my body image. And the really nice part? No one told me I was having surgery, and that it would hurt, and leave a scar. I was told that they were going to fix my outtie belly button and that I would not wet the bed anymore.
At age 9 I injured one of my eyes leaving it with 20/200 vision. This causes it to look away slightly, you can see it in my avatar. Another blow to my body image. Also during this hospital stay where I had to have surgery on my eye, my parents left me by myself in a Salt Lake City Hospital for 4 days with both my eyes patched, my hands ties down and scared to death. I remember before my dad left me there he said "you have about ten years of growing up to do in about ten minutes". I was nine. Hundreds of miles from home with strangers in a strange place. Because we were poor and I needed sunglasses, I had to wear my dad's safety glasses sunglasses that he got for free at work.
But that is what happened. I did grow up that day. I realized I was all alone. That no one was going to care about me but me. It was at my eye doctors office that I first read an article about a woman trapped in a man's body. I immediately felt the same, even though I was not a sexual person yet, and could not phathom the implications. It was also at this time that I started thinking about dressing in girls clothes.
The next year after taking proficiency exams in fifth grade, I was the only person to pass. The next highest score was a 54% but the average was in the mid forties. I however got an 89% and did not find the test particularly difficult.
In the following years I continued to be unpopular, continued to be a bed wetter, and continued to not have many friends. In eigth grade I broke my leg playing school yard football when I slipped on some ice and got ran over by the guy carrying the ball. I had no intention of trying to tackle him, but ended up unwittingly tackling him. Instead of helping me up he threw the ball at my face. In fact no on would help me, I had to hop all the way to the office. Where they called my mom and assured her my leg was not broken. Of course it was broke, and I got to go to school every day down an icy hill on crutches. I was given no pain meds, and still had to take my turn at dishes, even though I could only carry one item at a time on crutches.
At the beginning of ninth grade we moved back to California, but the first day there I shattered my elbow on a neighbors skateboard. Two months later I shattered the other one riding my bike with a shattered elbow.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the point. I am still just 14 in this story. So by now I am already wearing my sisters underwear. It is clear to me that I am not like others. In another thread someone(forgive me for not remembering who at this moment) someone suggested that perhaps we, us crossdressers, are evolution in progress. Well? that may just be so. My pinky fingers have four creases instead of three. Instead of having a crease in the middle of the of the joint, it instead has a crease on either side of the joint. Perhaps this is an evolution.
I have checked my parents, my grandparents, brothers and sisters, my own children, cousins and thousands others. No one seems to have this but me. Why?
I don't know, but I am cointunually reminded I don't know anything. Are we evolving into a kindler, gentler male? And what about the four creases?
Love always,
Elizabeth
to you
Same goes for many of my sisters, here.