For the first time, in broad daylight I got in my car dressed and went to my therapy session 40 minutes away. In the parking lot her practice is right next to a barbershop. Several men watched as I exited my car and went in. My 4 1/2 heels making me rather unsteady. The warm welcome I received from the receptionist made me relax somewhat as I waited for my appointment. The session was amazing, with the only drawback, I knew I couldn’t walk into my house in femme. My therapist urged me to do it but I knew that I couldn’t. My courage evaporated like the morning mist. She is an amazing, strong woman and I’m lucky to have found her. She pushes me to take more control of my own life, especially where my wife is concerned. But right now I’m still that abused little boy from so many years ago. I am making progress though. I will own who and what I am. Eventually. Hugs Katie
Remember that it is a process and not an overnight deal. It takes time to sort things out and then to settle in. Haste is not your friend in this situation; conscious thought is.
I would also suggest that the 4 1/2" may be a bit over the top for now. Being uncomfortable and/or unsteady is an unwanted attention magnet...
Oh, how I love my 4 'n a halfers! They just ooze femininity! The only comparison I can make is an opposite, like Wolverine dripping testosterone! LOL!!
But, yeah, those high-wires are red-light flashers. I usually wear mine in public in my gay-village in Toronto where I feel safe. And no one has once said anything negative. In fact, I got some smiles from well dressed gentlemen! And, I'm slowly discovering that even in my "red-neck-district" where I live no one has said anything negative either. I truly think my biggest hang-up is getting my neighbours to accept who I am so I can come and go in peace without having to spray-paint the security cameras in my condo.
Good luck to you, Katie! I hope it all works out for you.
Hugs, Barb 😊
