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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
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