This week Ellen shares a beautiful story about accepting her crossdressing, and the wonderful friends that she has made along her journey. Thank you dear, for sharing the encouragement you’ve gained on your journey.
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Meet Ellen
I have been this way likely since birth. I have distinct memories since I was only four years old. I have followed the same trail as countless other TG’s have. The pleasure, the purgings, the abstinence until it hurts, and the comforts of returning to the dressing. I have finally disposed of all of the acts of denial and I have finally accepted no only myself, but more importantly that there isn’t that much wrong with me to be ashamed of. Part of my story?
Ellen’s Crossdressing Success Story
Ellen accepts herself and steps out in style
I lived through all of the same issues most of us have, thay are countlessly cataloged elsewhere. I am currently 57 years old and I have been relentlessly been searching for the kindred souls that could make my life complete. Can you imagine a lifetime without the ability to be actully free with any conversation? Especially about your own Transgenderism.
After making contacts through various “support Groups”, I made a pact with my wife to seek qualified therapy. This I did. I did not take long to realize that what I was wasn’t “wrong”, just not for everyone, if I really didn’t already realize that!
The single most important thing I did learn was that isolation is a very bad word. That is when a plan was developed to end it, once and for all. The plan, get out and find the right people who can matter.
Although it sound quite simple, where do you look? Through all of my searching and posting, I fell upon a site that many of us know, URNA. After a while of entertaining some internet friends, looking for some more local girls to talk with, I was invited to join a group central to the Albany NY area. Note, this is quite a distance from home, 140 miles. My work gets me there a couple of times every month so I was finally able to attend some meet n greets. I met some nice girls but not the ones I could be truely comfortable with, I was an outsider, some of you will know what I mean.
I persevered and attended one particular meeting month after month and continued to reach out. I kinda now feel like the treasure hunter who found a sunken galleon. I met probably three friends there , people I believe I could call friends, and subsequently almost by accident I met a few more, one turns out to be a UNRA friend who lives in Isreal part of the year, I think she will be my forever closest one. All of these “new” friends treat me like the no one ever has. I can finally be me. What a feeling. Actually, as I write this I am planning my next visit the day after tomorrow. My message: “Friends are the sugar that makes life so sweet”
An Update on 11/14/2009…
It has been a few months since I wrote about my life and I would like to mentiun that I now have three very dear friends, ones I mentioned earlier. I feel so close to them at this time that it is worth shouting that good things can come if one looks carefully and is patient. Rushing into a friendship will likely cause more pain than joy. It takes time and listening to gain trust and acceptance. I am truly happier than at anytime in my life, I expect it to continue for sometime.
