This was quite a revelation, Anthony. I'm not going to rail against your mother; she was acting out of some kind of need that may not have been in anyone's best interest, but it happened. You dealt with it the best you could, and here you are today, moving onward.The message was I was a feminised=emasculated=useless male and so impotent as a person. This puts my Cding at the centre of my existence, amongst other things. She kept trying to tell me it was. But the thing is I don't think it is at the centre of my existence. My reading of CJs post is also that this is where I differ from her, in how central the Cding is for me. So, for me, it's much closer to Zari's position - as something that I have to get in balance with the rest of my life - or the rest of me.
When I was in my twenties I got rejected by just about everyone and everything - and that point the Cding fantasies became so relentless and oppressive I thought I was going to go mad. Like my life was so empty that, in desperation, my unconscious was trying to fill the gap with the CDing - something that it just wasn't up to.
No, CDing could not fill the gap. Especially because it's usually done in private/secret, where there's no give-and-take with others at all.
If CDing is done out in the world, it has a chance of helping fill the emptiness. I say, 'a chance,' because out in the world, it's a tool for relating to people in a different way. My woman self can reach out and touch people, for instance; my male self can't do that. Women talk to me differently when I'm presenting as a woman; I like the difference, and it helps me in ways that I never got in 50-some years of being male-only.
This doesn't mean that if you go out, everything will be wonderful and all wounds are healed. But for CDing to have any real meaning besides the private shame that all of us know about, it has to be "owned" in some way. My own experience was that I could only get benefit from it by using it out in the world.
As much as I would have liked to have kept it private, it did not feel pleasurable at all to do it that way. So whether for good or for bad, I was forced to take it out into the world. I still felt the same need as anyone else here does, but it could not be relieved by private dressing any more.
I know that this statement can make people reading it hold their breath--"What if this happened to me?"
Well, I felt the same way on hearing my TS friends talk about the day that they realized they had to transition, and become women fulltime. I had a lot of fear around that--what if that feeling happened to me? And finally I had to accept that it could happen at any time, and if it does, I'll deal with it just like I dealt with going out in public.
We CDs are a hardy bunch. We've all had to endure hardships behind this, and we're all still here, living and breathing. We're not going to give up on ourselves, right?
Thanks for posting about all of this, Anthony.So really the moral of this post is I have experienced dark stuff to do with the Cding which actually originates elsewhere. But I do agree with Zari about the dark side of the drive.