I’ve observed that many crossdressers and transgender women recognize their gender identity at a young age. For some, it’s an early realization, while for others, it unfolds later in life.
I’m curious about your experience…
When did you first realize you were female or had a feminine side? Was this something you felt as a child, or did it develop over time?
I’d love to hear your story! Feel free share your thoughts in the comments below!
Love,
Lucille
Well let’s see. Since I am in my later years in life my earliest vivid memory of knowing I should be a woman was between 8 and 10. It was the era of conversion therapy and living in a southern Baptist home I was quickly squashed into remission.
Over the years my thoughts never left being a woman I just didn’t express it much. When I did people would laugh. It was good for that.
When I was in high school the older girls used to tease me about how girly my eyelashes were and I smiled and thought my looks matched my mind.
I joined the military and thought I would get over those thoughts but I was wrong. Throughout my military career I continued to try on clothes and lounge around the house alone.
After I retired from the military I went on my journey to find out if I was truly a woman. I decided quickly I was and I was determined to live as much of my life as I could as one. I started grooming myself, doing hair removal, changing my hair style, getting piercings.
It took about 15 years to get where I was comfortable presenting as a woman. I knew I was ready when no matter what sex I was dressed presenting as I was seen as a woman. I started getting men double checking the restroom sign to be sure they were in the right one. I would get women yelling at me I was going into the wrong restroom. I even got questioned when I showed an ID once and the clerk asked if the person on the ID was in the store with me.
So I came out to all my social friends and family. A few months later I changed my name and came out to the office. It was awesome. So much support and love from my co-workers. Now I’m having gender surgery and it will be done. BTW it took 60 years to get here. My last days on earth will be more glorious than ever.
To all the young transgender male or female this is your time and era. Embrace it and don’t be afraid to come out and be who you are.
Thank you for being such an avid supporter Lucille.
Alaina
I first knew that I was “different” from the other boys when I was about 5. I stayed summers with my grandmother. The summer I turned 5, I found an old shirt of my mother’s in the attic. At the time, it fit me like a dress. That summer I spent every waking moment in that shirt (dress). My grandmother was fine with it and probably knew something was different about me. But, being her only grandchild, she didn’t argue or question it. At that time I really didn’t know that there was such a thing as transgenderism. It was only when I was in my early 30’s that I came to grips with the fact that I was born in the wrong body. It’s been only a couple of years that I’ve finally accepted the fact that I was born a woman in a man’s body. Before that I tried to deny and fight those that knowledge.
Ok this is going to sound funny .. I realized i was a girl when i put on my moms cloths from a pad to her panties,bra,hose,dress, slip heals and i did not think anything of it . I was about 8 yrd old and i did it everyday i would come home from school eventhoug i was cought a few times it did not stop me from wearing her bra’s panties everyday to school and i even went as fare as putting one of her tampons in me to see what it felt like and to see what it would do . so yes i have been doing this since i was about 7.
i was first realize that i have a girl in me at the age of 10, it was then when i saw my mother’s skirt and felt a great desire to wear it… and i did… oh what a feeling, then i continued with my sister’s clothes and lingerie. When i moved on my own place, i started to buy my own clothes, lingerie, shoes, make up….. i was living my dream, and still do, i love my feminine side and i feel more woman than most of ‘real’ women.
To be honest, I never really was a girl, I was a guy who always wanted to express himself in a feminine manner and even take on feminine roles in school plays. I felt like that as far back as I can remember. Society finds a way of stamping out your feelings but I never hated being a guy. In fact, I liked it.
I knew I wanted to be a female also at a early age, Wore my sisters panties at first then the girls next door panties, Now of course I buy my own and now wear them all the time. Next was the bra again tryed my sisters on and then I knew. So now I never leave the house without a bra on
My-Life begins outside my comfort zone.
What ever makes me happy is going to be part of my life and I will do it responsibly, respectively with unbridled self-expression. This is the only life I was given and I’m not going to stifle it with fear.
People are never responding to you. They’re responding from their own past.
Preamble:
*** Leaving Everybody With More Power*** plots a pathway from nothing (which is to say, from experiencing nothing) to leaving everybody with more power. It’s vintage Erhard.
Excerpt:
Who we really are, when directly experienced, is inspiring, empowering. I assert that’s universal for each and every human being. Once who we really are becomes accessible and fully experienced, it’s recognized as the source of the great power in our lives. When that’s realized, anything else we do to empower ourselves becomes at best a distraction, and at worst an impediment. One of our most cherished beliefs, indeed one of our most tenacious beliefs, is the belief that we’re somehow required to do something other than exactly what we’re currently doing in order to be fully who we really are. We believe it so strongly that we’re threatened when it looks like this belief, even if didn’t do any good in the first place, may disappear (it’s essentially human that we’d rather cling to this belief than stand free without it). How each of us resolves and un-does this belief and everything we do to defend it and hold it in place, is as varied and as colorful as there are people on the planet. What’s not varied, what’s not different from person to person, is the individual authenticity at experiencing how this plays out, leaving everybody with more power.
Werner
I enjoyed dressing up when i was very young joining in with my sister and her friends.I carried on dressing in my sisters clothes (in secret) untill she left home.Then l was unsure why. One day she court me in her bedroom and went mad with me. My only answer was “are you jelouse”. I’ve taken many years and a lot of heart ache,but I’m still scared to admit why I still feel happier dressing as a woman.