Maria's confession
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:14 pm
Here we go….
As a young boy being raised in a city on the middle of the Amazonian Jungle in the Andean slopes I recalled witnessing a very strict gender separation of the activities and teachings by my culture and my family in the upraising of children. I also recalled that I slept with my mother until I was like 6 or seven years old. I used to love cuddling up to her and I remember having a hard time giving that up. I noticed my first attraction to women’s clothing when I began to experiment with my sexual feelings; I was around 12 years old. I remember grabbing and caressing and playing with my mothers panties and bras and getting very aroused in the process. I felt some shame in touching them but too shameful to try them on. I felt I would be committing a religious sin if I did. I always felt that I was doing something wrong though I try very hard to get away from it.
(As I grew up (and through my whole life) is important to point out that I was very comfortable in relating and interacting with the other boys (men) within the dynamics of the “masculine” environment. However in terms of the emotional aspect I have always seek and felt more comfortable in the company of women to process my feelings. I kind of have to different personalities one that is very soft and caring that comes out when I open up usually only around women and another one portraying a tough and masculine one that is the one I have used must of my life to play the role in society.)
During the next few years of my life I kind of was able to developed what I thought was a healthy sexual life style (no women clothes in my sexual fantasies or activities and therefore less guilt). When I was around 18 years old I started to experiment with drugs and alcohol and I noticed that consumed a lot of drugs and alcohol my inhibitions went away my fantasies of women clothes came back. Mainly undergarments and lingerie. At the beginning I was mesmerized by looking at women wearing them (I used to buy and hide many magazines to maintain my obsession satisfied) and my fantasy was to have my wife get all dressed up in real sexy outfits but one day under a heavy influence of alcohol and drugs my wife who was 10 years older than me noticed my infatuation for them and suggested that I put on her lingerie and undergarments. I loved it from the beginning and we developed a morbid routine where I would get really intoxicated with drugs and alcohol and then she will dress me up (she would seem to get off on doing this by kind of playing the role of perverting a younger person. She would also assume a commanding role in our the sexual activity by ordering me to wear them. This would take some off some of the guilt by me rationalizing that she was making me do it for her own pleasure but in the back my mind I was liking it too) as much as part of the sexual ritual. But I had to be really intoxicated to agree to it and the day after I would feel this intense shame and guilt. When I separated from her I continued to every once in a while have these sessions alone, just me the drugs and the mirror. These sessions would compete with my regular sex activities with other women, which did not included CDing.
I stopped all CD activity when I got clean and sober about 12 years ago. During my recovery I have dealt with the profound shame of my past (including dressing up) and the question of “why do I like to do it”. My first conclusion after analyzing myself and some reading was that that the heavy abuse of drugs and alcohol was causing my mind to drift from one gender to the other thus creating a sense of gender confusion due to the drugs. I have thought and thought and question this theory (mainly because my sexual preference never changed or drifted. My attraction to women actually intensifies during my CD activities) until a few years ago because the inclination will not go away even (and I would not act on it because of fear of relapsing into the drug world again). I entered a second level therapy program to deal with the underlying issues of recovery and I found an older women counselor who I was able to (for the first time) confess my CD sins, inclinations and fantasies in a “reveal your deepest secret” session. I was surprised when she told me that she didn’t see any thing wrong with my dressing up fantasy as long as I didn’t have to get drunk over it. (It is interesting to point out that my CD activity is totally connected to my sex life. My desire to dress comes with the desire to have sex. I don’t know what that is about. May be you girls can explain me) She mentioned as an option, to learn to do it sober. That was 12 years ago and it has taken me all this time to begin to do it. I found a very nice person who I became friends with and I confided on this fantasy. She has been very supportive and understanding. She joined the forum and then introduced me to CJ off line who brought me here.
I apologize for my terrible English and length of this posting and for boring all of you with what I think is my unique situation. But thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope your comments will help somebody in some way or trigger some comments that will make me feel better about this part of my life.
As a young boy being raised in a city on the middle of the Amazonian Jungle in the Andean slopes I recalled witnessing a very strict gender separation of the activities and teachings by my culture and my family in the upraising of children. I also recalled that I slept with my mother until I was like 6 or seven years old. I used to love cuddling up to her and I remember having a hard time giving that up. I noticed my first attraction to women’s clothing when I began to experiment with my sexual feelings; I was around 12 years old. I remember grabbing and caressing and playing with my mothers panties and bras and getting very aroused in the process. I felt some shame in touching them but too shameful to try them on. I felt I would be committing a religious sin if I did. I always felt that I was doing something wrong though I try very hard to get away from it.
(As I grew up (and through my whole life) is important to point out that I was very comfortable in relating and interacting with the other boys (men) within the dynamics of the “masculine” environment. However in terms of the emotional aspect I have always seek and felt more comfortable in the company of women to process my feelings. I kind of have to different personalities one that is very soft and caring that comes out when I open up usually only around women and another one portraying a tough and masculine one that is the one I have used must of my life to play the role in society.)
During the next few years of my life I kind of was able to developed what I thought was a healthy sexual life style (no women clothes in my sexual fantasies or activities and therefore less guilt). When I was around 18 years old I started to experiment with drugs and alcohol and I noticed that consumed a lot of drugs and alcohol my inhibitions went away my fantasies of women clothes came back. Mainly undergarments and lingerie. At the beginning I was mesmerized by looking at women wearing them (I used to buy and hide many magazines to maintain my obsession satisfied) and my fantasy was to have my wife get all dressed up in real sexy outfits but one day under a heavy influence of alcohol and drugs my wife who was 10 years older than me noticed my infatuation for them and suggested that I put on her lingerie and undergarments. I loved it from the beginning and we developed a morbid routine where I would get really intoxicated with drugs and alcohol and then she will dress me up (she would seem to get off on doing this by kind of playing the role of perverting a younger person. She would also assume a commanding role in our the sexual activity by ordering me to wear them. This would take some off some of the guilt by me rationalizing that she was making me do it for her own pleasure but in the back my mind I was liking it too) as much as part of the sexual ritual. But I had to be really intoxicated to agree to it and the day after I would feel this intense shame and guilt. When I separated from her I continued to every once in a while have these sessions alone, just me the drugs and the mirror. These sessions would compete with my regular sex activities with other women, which did not included CDing.
I stopped all CD activity when I got clean and sober about 12 years ago. During my recovery I have dealt with the profound shame of my past (including dressing up) and the question of “why do I like to do it”. My first conclusion after analyzing myself and some reading was that that the heavy abuse of drugs and alcohol was causing my mind to drift from one gender to the other thus creating a sense of gender confusion due to the drugs. I have thought and thought and question this theory (mainly because my sexual preference never changed or drifted. My attraction to women actually intensifies during my CD activities) until a few years ago because the inclination will not go away even (and I would not act on it because of fear of relapsing into the drug world again). I entered a second level therapy program to deal with the underlying issues of recovery and I found an older women counselor who I was able to (for the first time) confess my CD sins, inclinations and fantasies in a “reveal your deepest secret” session. I was surprised when she told me that she didn’t see any thing wrong with my dressing up fantasy as long as I didn’t have to get drunk over it. (It is interesting to point out that my CD activity is totally connected to my sex life. My desire to dress comes with the desire to have sex. I don’t know what that is about. May be you girls can explain me) She mentioned as an option, to learn to do it sober. That was 12 years ago and it has taken me all this time to begin to do it. I found a very nice person who I became friends with and I confided on this fantasy. She has been very supportive and understanding. She joined the forum and then introduced me to CJ off line who brought me here.
I apologize for my terrible English and length of this posting and for boring all of you with what I think is my unique situation. But thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope your comments will help somebody in some way or trigger some comments that will make me feel better about this part of my life.
