I was an outcast at school from day one. Never accepted by other boys, I grew up playing with the girls. By the age of nine I was being treated at the local Mental Health Clinic for my disruptive behavior. I used to cry myself to sleep , all the time wishing I would wake up as a girl.
I have a clear memory of going "Guising" one halloween dressed in a flounced girls party frock typical of that period, right down to the patent Mary Jane shoes.
My parents went out three or four nights every week to pubs and clubs. By the time I was ten I was left at "home alone" (cue for a film ). My evenings always started at about 1800 with me putting on my sisters underwear and dresses that they had left behind when they left home. They are 10 & 12 years older than me. Several times I was almost caught. On many occasions I would dive into bed fully dressed, until my parents had gone to bed. Once I was in bed wearing a Bridal Gown when my mum came to say goodnight.
It was not until I saw Psycho on the television one evening that I learned that being dressed was not normal, and had a word for it. That was when the guilt started.
At the age of 16 I left school, I grew my hair and a beard in keeping with my pop idols Black Sabbath. I bought the first of seven motorcycles and hit the pubs and clubs. During that period my urges were dormant.
I got drunk a lot, slept around with girls a lot, got into trouble with the law a lot and generally was a typical teenager for the Aberdeen area I lived in.
I joined the RAF to get away from home, it was then in that sterile environment that the urges came back big style. I felt like Samson must have felt. When my long hair and beard was cut off my confidence went with it. It wasnt long before I started the never ending cycle of buying feminine clothes, feeling guilty, dumping them then buy some more etc etc.....
Maybe if there is time I will add Chapter two...
Hugs
Kerry