First Step, feeling drained -- You were right Penny T.
Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:36 pm
Hi all!!
Today, about 3:30 my time, I paid my first visit to, I guess I can say it now, MY gender therapist. It was what they called an Intake appointment, one where they get a good idea about your history and how committed you are to your journey. It was to last an hour, but she didn't have another appointment this afternoon and let it run for an hour and 45 minutes. It was emotional.
I knew when I wrote the My Beginnings post that I had some things locked up inside, but it was a surprise when I had a hard time talking through tears, emotion closing my throat, making words all but incoherent, with pauses 20-30 seconds long just to get it under control enough to say the next sentence. Blurting out a 7 year-old's confusion and a 10 year-old's fear of rejection, fearful of losing the love of the people that had mattered the most for all that young life, fear of loss of security, made it like it was there again, but compounded from festering inside for these many years. And now I know why my parents always said I was so independent. I was preparing myself all my childhood to lose all that I had, ready to have everything taken from me, but also afraid to withdraw unless I had to. Then the misconceptions on the part of my aunts, as they thought I was trying to tell them I was gay. They didn't know any different, and I shouldn't have expected them to, but I need to talk to someone and mom and dad were out of bounds by their own actions and words. Then the "You promise me you won't do anything about this as long as your parents live. It would disappoint them so." "Aw honey, don't ever tell your dad and mom, it would just kill them", then more guilt added to fear. Then the clincher, "We don't need to talk about this again." "We won't want to bring this up again in case somebody might overhear us." Welcome back to the silence, more guilt and confusion, carrying the burden alone, and driving nails into the coffin of part of my soul, stunting the growth of my sense of self worth.
Small wonder I doubted when I was in my teens I would live to see 21, but I did, then there was 30, then I quit trying to second guess that and just carried on with my part of a life. Whoop-de-do. Welcome to the club.
One thing I can tell you, that some of you well know, no child should have to try to deal with GID (or the confusion of the urge to cross dress) as a child and alone, with no one to talk to, no one to ask questions of to help them understand, and with no one to tell them they are loved no matter what, and that it's going to be OK, they are not monsters, they have no need to feel guilty!!! In my childhood, so little was known of GID that it is almost understandable, but in today's world, NO CHILD should have to deal with this seething confusion alone!!!! A childs shoulders are far too small to carry that burden, and her experience with life is far too little to comprehend it. All she can do is to stumble along, seeing the world through a kind of tunnel with a glass wall at the end muffling the world.
To cause that to happen today is nothing short of child abuse. Yet we all know that in today's environment of religious fundamentalism and conservatism, it's probably happening, not only with TS kids but with crossdressing kids going through the same things we have shared on this forum. What can we or anyone do to help them? Where can the education of parents and teachers take place that will enable them to recognize a child in this kind of confusion? A few percent of a population is so small, is it worth the effort to the majority to take the time to be educated when there are fortunes to be made, wars to be won, and beer to drink? Any answers, or just questions?
Love to you all,
Today, about 3:30 my time, I paid my first visit to, I guess I can say it now, MY gender therapist. It was what they called an Intake appointment, one where they get a good idea about your history and how committed you are to your journey. It was to last an hour, but she didn't have another appointment this afternoon and let it run for an hour and 45 minutes. It was emotional.
I knew when I wrote the My Beginnings post that I had some things locked up inside, but it was a surprise when I had a hard time talking through tears, emotion closing my throat, making words all but incoherent, with pauses 20-30 seconds long just to get it under control enough to say the next sentence. Blurting out a 7 year-old's confusion and a 10 year-old's fear of rejection, fearful of losing the love of the people that had mattered the most for all that young life, fear of loss of security, made it like it was there again, but compounded from festering inside for these many years. And now I know why my parents always said I was so independent. I was preparing myself all my childhood to lose all that I had, ready to have everything taken from me, but also afraid to withdraw unless I had to. Then the misconceptions on the part of my aunts, as they thought I was trying to tell them I was gay. They didn't know any different, and I shouldn't have expected them to, but I need to talk to someone and mom and dad were out of bounds by their own actions and words. Then the "You promise me you won't do anything about this as long as your parents live. It would disappoint them so." "Aw honey, don't ever tell your dad and mom, it would just kill them", then more guilt added to fear. Then the clincher, "We don't need to talk about this again." "We won't want to bring this up again in case somebody might overhear us." Welcome back to the silence, more guilt and confusion, carrying the burden alone, and driving nails into the coffin of part of my soul, stunting the growth of my sense of self worth.
One thing I can tell you, that some of you well know, no child should have to try to deal with GID (or the confusion of the urge to cross dress) as a child and alone, with no one to talk to, no one to ask questions of to help them understand, and with no one to tell them they are loved no matter what, and that it's going to be OK, they are not monsters, they have no need to feel guilty!!! In my childhood, so little was known of GID that it is almost understandable, but in today's world, NO CHILD should have to deal with this seething confusion alone!!!! A childs shoulders are far too small to carry that burden, and her experience with life is far too little to comprehend it. All she can do is to stumble along, seeing the world through a kind of tunnel with a glass wall at the end muffling the world.
Love to you all,