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
Hi Lucille,
For sure, I match your common theme. One of the earliest childhood memories I have, before i even started school, was that i had found a doll at my grandmother’s house and was playing with it. Then what I really remember was my mother and grandmother looking at me and softly talking to each other. I didn’t know what it all meant then, but I think I do now. And then when I was in early grade school, I remember getting into my mother’s lingerie drawer so i could try things on. I’m sure that is a very common memory for many of your girls.
It is an amazing thing how these needs and desires appear so early in life, and I suppose that is why the desire to be feminine never leaves someone once it appears. It can be hidden or masked for awhile, but it always comes back – even stronger than before. There really is no fighting it, you learn to accept it, live with it and most of all – enjoy it!
love…
jamie
I wore my mothers panties to school one day in grade one and got cote and had a good talking to by dad.
I was around 5 years old when I started wearing my little sisters frilly “Sunday School” dresses and her panties. I’ve felt the need to dress like a girl ever since. Guess that is just the way I am wired. I’d love to have had the opportunity to transition, but, at this point it makes little difference in how I feel about myself. Maybe in my next life I’ll be lucky enough to draw a female card from the deck.
Kathy
I first realized something was up when my sister was born and I realized that we came out kind of pre-set and that I wasn’t going to just grow into a girl. It got really solidified in kindergarten where I regularly got in trouble for going to the ‘girl’ centres and lining up with them. So fairly early I suppose.
Hi there I you did dress up at 8 year old and liked it ,brought up in a old fashioned family and done all the macho man stuff and just didn’t feel right and had to be a man and a bit of a public figure,also it is a litle bit different in Australia but now was the time to come out when I turned 40 and loving it being who I really am and I lost 35 kg and iam size 12 so look and feel great ,my advice to anyone why feel sad and stop pretending who you are and be the person you really are ,I wish I done it when I was younger .live your life to the fullest and be happy.
I knew for sure when I was about 6, and it was brought to my attention, not too subtlely, that I did’nt act male enough. I spent my life trying to conform, and that has been the cause of all the heartache, etc., of my life.
About 20 years ago, at 35, I could’nt take it any more, and tried to transition, and though I made progress, it did’nt end well. Now, I am too old to realistically transition.
If you are TS, it never goes away, no matter what you do, or whatever. Early transition is your best bet.
My earliest memory of feeling of different than the boys around me was probably about 7 years old (1st grade). I remember occasionally sitting alone on an abandoned playground fixture in the schoolyard, watching the other children playing throughout recess. I’d always feel excluded–but with the boys my feelings were of detached, superficial intrigue. Whereas, when watching the girls, I felt more of profound since of regret and hurt on a deeper level.
I didn’t really put two and two together (in terms of gender identity) until my early adolescence, when I was gradually more conscientious of my body. It felt wrong and alien and bearable.
Since then it’s been a tug of war between what is and and what’s perceived; making myself comfortable and making others comfortable.
Started wearing Mom’s bras and dresses when I was 12. It just felt ‘right’ when I looked down and saw those bumps on my chest……..