I just can't get this off my mind.
I have been considering my own denial. It was not that long ago, back in April, that I was quite certain that I had no interest in living my life as a woman. Yet since mid August, I have done exactly that.Julie M wrote:
Elizabeth,
Denial can be a very powerful tool when you don't want to face the truth. Facing this was very hard indeed but my desire to get to the core of what is bothering me has been the driving force.
This was my first step out of denial. My first open recognition to anyone that I desired to be female, and that I still longed to dress female. The response I received was very upbeat and thoughtful. Three days later I wrote this.Elizabeth wrote on May 4, 2004
I have been pretending for the last 10 years that I just prefered women's underwear, that i really am not a crossdresser. But the real truth is I am a crossdresser. Even though I have not fully dressed in while, I still long to. In real truth I have litereally talked myself out of wanting to be female. Not sure if this is good or bad, but I know that I used to really think about going all the way and becoming a female. Now that this rift has arisen again between my wife and me over crossdressing, speciifically the underwear, I feel it is finally time to just make a break for it, and finally face what I had always known I was going to have to someday. She knows if it were not for her resistance I would prolly be fully dressed all the time, somethiing she just plain does not want.
At this point I was already pretty much commited to the idea that I would live my life as a woman, although I had no idea how I would get into a situation where I could. I would also like to point out that even at this point, I was still denying to my wife that I wanted to live the "crossdresser lifestyle" as she put it. It was not that I wanted to intentionally decieve her, it was that I would have been willing to not live as a woman to save my marriage. It would have been easy to slip right back into denial. To tell myself that I did not really feel that way. However at that point, I did not really have much confidence that my marriage would last.Elizabeth wrote on May 7, 2004
I have never given Elizabeth a chance to grow, and be nurtured. That is my intention. To be honest with you, I don't really care if Elizabeth takes over, I am not certain that would be a bad thing. I have spent a great deal of time in private wishing I was a girl. It is confusing. I am not gay, but I know I would really like to be a woman. I really just don't know if I want to be a woman full time yet. I think I would, but I think I will try it out, kick the tires, and then if it really suits me, decide what to do.
So here I am, and just as I thought, once the presence of my wife's resistance to my crossdressing was gone, I have become a full time crossdresser. I have, for almost 3 months now, lived my life as a woman. I am kicking the tires, and so far, this really does suit me. I am noticably happier, my blood pressure is down. But I am finally starting to feel a sense of myself.
Still, I can't help but wonder if this does go farther than I thought? I mean, had you asked me a year ago if I would be a full time crossdresser now, I would have laughed at you. So I can't help but wonder where I will be a year from now.
I know I am transexual, I have since I was at least nine, felt like I was a girl in a boys body. I am sure many of you will remember the famous Robert Reed episode of Medical Center where he was a transexual who had SRS. It was very controversial at that time. But I remember as I was watching it wondering why he waited until he was in his forties, married, adn had children to do it. I imagined myself doing it younger. I dreamed about it all the time.
But when the realities of the world were confronted by my desire to be female, eating and having somewhere to live seemed more important. And besides, freed from the prying eyes of my parents, I was able to dress up in the evenings after work, as a young man, with his own place.
This was all fine and well until I met and fell in love with my soon to be exwife. I was so smitten, my desire to dress completely evaporated. I purged everything and was perfectly content doing so. I did not feel like I was giving anything up. I felt more like a phase of my life had ended. The one where the lonely boy crossdresses at night to feel good about himself.
After a year of dating, and almost a year of living together we married. And still I had no urges to dress really. The exception was she was away, while we were living together, because her mother was ill, I slept in her nightgown. At first I just put it in bed with me, because it smelled like her, but later I just had to put it on. However, this really was more about feeling in contact with her, than about crossdressing. I never told her I wore it, just that I had it in bed with me. The first of the official denials.
About a year into my marriage, the desire to dress again returned. From that point on, my life was one huge denial. Not just to my wife, but to myself. I continually thought about being a girl, and had the whole cycle of getting caught dressing, purging and promising not to, only to do it again. I hated myself. I thought about killing myself all the time. There was no way I could ever be the person I wanted to be.
My commitments to my wife, children, relatives, friends, made it an imposibility to even consider becoming a person who openly dressed. Not to mention my need to work, and have a home. So I went into denial. I did not really wat to be a girl, I did not really want to put on makeup, and nail polish. I just liked girls underwear. Because of the fabric. And before you knew it, I had myself convinced.
But the self loathing did not end. The continual thoughts of suicide did not end. The only thing that ended was the dream that I would get to be the person I always wanted to be. So I stopped caring about myself. I did not care about my appearance. I gained a lot of weight after quiting smoking. My hair was rarely combed more than once in the morning, if at all. I would wear the same pants day after day. I really did not care how I looked. I could care less about men's fashions. My wife bought all my clothes.
But when my illness caused me to finally have to stop working, the barriors started to fall. It was clear my wife did not want to be with a person who did not work. Suddenly my two biggest obsticals to being a full time crossdresser were gone. And with those obsticals gone, that left only my children as obsticals. But once I made the decision that this really was my only obstical to being a full time crossdresser? Well, by then I was no longer in denial about it.
And with the denial gone, it was easy to decide that my children would just have to either accept me, or reject me.
Denial it turns out, is a coping tool. I used denial as a way to accept that which I could not accept any other way. The problem I had was that once I decided to let go of the denial, I realized I could have let it go anytime. The cost is the same.
Which beings me back to where I started, and the words of my sister Julie M, whom I don't mean to single out, but our lives and circumstance are so much the same, in so many ways, I just can not help use her as an example here, and because her words are what led me to this post.
I am still searching. Am I still in denial? Is living my life as a woman, as satisfying as it feels right now, just another denial because I do not see anyway that I could ever transition? I really just don't know. But I can't stop thinking since Julie M posted about it. I am hoping that getting some feedback here, will help me to see what I am missing.
All opinions, experiences, and other feed back is certainly welcome.
Love always,
Elizabeth