Anthony Simon wrote:
Or that's how it was for a while. Now I find that, when I go into my woman, she takes me over and that kind of creates a stress of its own - like what if I don't come out?
Oh I can TOTALLY relate to the 'her taking over' bit. It kinda happened here

. To me tho, who you see now is the real ME? No more 'acting' whether consciously or subconsciously. Is it possible that Eleanor is the real YOU - when you take out all of societies expectations?
For me, my transition isn't so much of a change of person (Well.... it
is) but its more of a change of attitude to societies expectations. I lived the first half of my life the way I was told to. Now its MY turn, so I'm ignoring your rules? I'm into what I LIKE and I won't go back in my box....
anthony Simon wrote:
Actually my mum was rubbish at providing comfort. So another variant might be I turned myself into a surrogate woman in order to provide comfort to myself - like a form of compensation for the fact there was no one else around to do it.
So was mine. I know that its an awful thing to say - but it would be wrong to pretend otherwise. I don't ever remember being 'Close' to mine. Far from it too. I can honestly say that since cutting ties earlier this year? I've missed...nothing. The fact that anyone can say that tells something I reckon. Maybe that makes me a bad person? I hope not, but its the truth. I don't think she's anything to do with me being a girl..
anthony simon wrote:
I think that might be (probably is) some aspect of it with you. But it doesn't feel like the major thing. Like the whole being a woman thing is such fun and joy to you - and that's been going on for such an extended period - that really it's got to have some major positive base. Like it can't just be running away from the bad stuff, there's got to be large chunks of finding the good stuff.
Yes. It has a massive positive base for me. I get to wear things I've always wanted to - anywhere I want. I get a dress for Xmas instead of socks from my kids..c'mon?! How cool is that?? Not to mention that I'm free to display who I really am now. I don't have to show bravado. Its okay to be weak. I never ever liked being referred to as a man - now I don't have to. Liberating someone will always bring happiness....
anthony simon wrote: I'm guessing that, when your wife came back to you pregant, you decided to have a go at being a woman. I don't really know why you did that, except maybe "she" (or elements of "she") was buried inside you and you being "he" had always been something of a battle.
The truth is.. This was stirring louder and louder before I found out about all that. When I came back to the UK I would drive for miles looking for a supply of girly socks like the ones I had in the states lol. My mother did the washing once for me and the kids... She came back holding a basket full of finished laundry. "I can't find any of your socks? But your daughter has LOADS?"
I said "Nuh uh! Those are mine too!" Her face was a picture as she handed me the basket saying "Oh. Erm well I'll let YOU sort those out between you then". Really funny actually.. When my wife told me, I had a choice really. What happened awarded me an immediate divorce if I wanted it. I had my own house. I had the kids safely at their school. I had a job. I had it all, while my wife had very little. I absolutely hate having power like that. Tell my kids they don't see their mom again for a loooong time? Tell my wife she doesn't see her kids too? How could I do that? The marriage had previously hit a point where we couldn't live together but we still held some love for each other too, so the thought of her single handedly bringing up a baby (living on her moms sofa ) wasn't good for me either. There's also the small fact that I really had been pining for a baby for about two years before that? So when we arranged to get back together it was done online, and two continents apart. It was then that I came out to her. It was all out in the open BEFORE we reunited. Sortve like 'if were gonna do this - you need to know who I am'. The scale of it wasn't stated, but she knew. She knew more than me.
Okay. Bit of a ramble there haha. But to me - it illustrates that stress just intensified it or created a door for me to walk through? So In this thicko head of mine, I still wonder if it was birthed in me, or if there's another external factor?
I still want to know if food tastes are genetic or learned too? Haha