When my noticed growing up as a child.Being the old of 4 sons,she saw I liked playing with the girls starting at age 6.Saw me playing with dolls and other things girls did.It did stop around age 8 and then it was playing dress up with them at times which stopped as well.Age 12,found a stash of girl's clothes in a closet and was excited when my parents were at work.Tried on a few pieces of the clothing and loved it.Never got caught.Age 13,was diagnosed with anxiety and the therapist did see it was from something.Got home and told her I liked wearing girl's clothing at tines at first.It was part time and she knew it would be fulltime later on.Age 18 after my high school graduation,knew it was time to go fulltime.Luckily my mom was ready to go of her oldest son to become a daughter that was happier.First time she seen me fulltime as my true self,proudly called me by my female name and welcomed me in as a daughter she never had.
I will never forget it when my mother found out I was trans she said my problem was I didn't whether I was a boy or a girl! They basically forced me to get married to show everyone see he IS "NORMAL" after getting drunk and telling my relatives I was gay because I had only guy friends and wore women's clothing.
That sounds awful! I hope you're in a much better place now with supportive people around you! And you can always talk to supportive people here.
Like so many others, it's taken me a while to Un program myself from what was driven into me by my upbringing. I know my parents had good intentions and it was a very different world back then.
The good news I am truly enjoying myself now.
Hi Alex,
A lovely story. I wish I could have shared my desires with my mother.
Thanks for sharing,
Terri Anne
Thank you for sharing! It's a great story!
I'm curious, how did your brothers react when they found out?
Got caught twice by my mother. Once at 6 and then again at 12. Was told in no uncertain terms that my behaviour was totally unacceptable and that people like me would be taken away by the police and put into an institution if I ever did it again.
I think that was the trigger for my self hate and trying so hard to hide who I was. I became very adapt at hiding my real self even in my two marriages and to my children.
