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When I first came to the
Lord I was 21 years old. I had been cross dressing since I was four
years old. I always felt safe when I was dressed up. It was like a
security blanket. As I reached adulthood I then became very confused
about who I was and who I was becoming. You see I had always had a
strong attraction towards women and was very much a man – but I found
myself increasingly enjoying wearing women's clothes. You can call me
a "Transvestite," or whatever other term you want to catalogue me by.
The fact is that the more I wore women's clothes and the more I began
watching transsexual pornography, the more I was losing touch with my
true-self. In fact, I finally reached a point where I no longer had
sexual feelings for women. They were all stripped away from me. I was
also becoming more like a woman, whether I wanted to or not.
At the age of twenty-one I realized I had to do something. I had to
get it all figured out somehow. Was I going to get a sex change
surgery and thereby begin living full-time as a woman? After all, then
I would be living for the first time in my life as the "authentic me."
Or, was I going to find some magic cure that would finally solve my
problems and make me whole? This was back in 1990 so there was no
internet or much other information for me to go on. I began to seek
God for the answers and the possible cure.
I thought I grew up a "normal" boy with all the attendant masculine
and heterosexual desires (apart from the acts of cross dressing). But
the thing that bothered me so was my loss of the attraction towards
women. In 1992 I gave my life to Jesus Christ, asking Him to help me
get this all figured out once and for all. I read many good books
covering many related subjects. One of the best was "Homosexual No
More." In this book I realized things about my "true self" I had never
before known. And who I was made by God to be. I stopped cross
dressing, throwing away all of my private stash of women's clothing.
I began to learn more and more about myself. I was always a misfit in
school. I very rarely, if ever, received positive attention from my
father. I was always the one who got picked last for the team. My
earliest memories are that of an absent father and a drunk mother. As
I child, I always felt safe and secure when dressed in women's things.
As I worked through my past my true sexual/gender identity began to be
restored. My heterosexual desires for and attraction to women
returned. My father and I became reconciled to each other. Things
began to come together. I then began dating and eventually married. I
reached a point where I had not cross dressed for over ten years.
Imagine that! A decade. Wow!
Then after several years of marriage and two children, I decided to
try on some of my wife's undergarments. I was under so much stress and
simply did not know how to handle my emotions. I informed my wife of
what I had done and shortly thereafter began to seek help from the
internet, finally talking to Jay. He has helped me to come into some
new understanding about what is really going on. Actually Jay has
just pointed me in the right direction and with his help and the
Lord's, I have finally gained lots of new insights. I have it figured
out.
When I become stressed I have the desire to reach out for my old
security blanket. I am a survivalist! I am just looking to make it to
the next day. I reached a point to where I simply just gave in and did
as I pleased. This of course didn't make me feel any better, except
for the immediate and very short-lived, momentary relief. Afterwards,
I felt nothing but increasing shame and worse.
You see, I am a man. I was born a man. I will always be a man.
Crossdressing is only an escape to a fantasy make-believe land. It's
not real and that is what always drew me to it. But I now choose to
live in reality.
I now choose to take responsibility for my actions and I know that the
choice is mine to make. Always mine. Will I choose to live in my
escapist fantasy, or will I choose reality? I now choose to take full
responsibility for my actions, knowing that the choice is always
before me. I cannot have the "best of both worlds." If I choose to
feed the fantasy, the worse it gets.
When I first started dressing again, it started small. "I will just
wear the pantyhose," I said. But the more I crossed the gender line,
the worse and more involved it all became once more. I eventually
reached a point where I wanted to go out into the public fully dressed
as a woman. Seeing this clearly for what it was, I elected to get some
help and heal myself of this awful invasion of insanity and become
healed and whole. And that's what I have and am doing.
I now no longer dress. Will I ever struggle with the inclinations to
dress again? If I do, does that then mean that I am not cured? I have
come to understand that I will indeed be periodically tempted to
return to cross dressing. It would be stupid of me to think I would
not want to return to it when in the midst of tensions or some awful
time in my life. But that doesn't matter to me for I have chosen a
much healthier way to live my life.
Am I cured? That depends upon the steady choices I make for myself and
what I am going to do in the midst of temptation. I have to choose for
myself what I am going to do. I choose to walk in freedom. You can
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