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Accept yourself just as you are

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Published on: June 29, 2011

The greatest struggle we face is not from the world, from others, from society. The greatest struggle we face in the trans community is to look within ourselves and accept the beautiful person we are. Everything flows from there – all the joys we experience, the people we meet and the life lessons we learn. Today I’d like to share a comment that a reader, Violette left on Crossdresser Heaven a few weeks ago. It touched me, and I pray that if can find a way into your heart.

It is amazing how much of a difference accepting yourself can make. That feeling when you can face the world proud of who you are and unafraid of what others will think. For me this made all the difference in the world.

Unfortunately we will continue to deal with others who will not approve of our differences, or will try to mold us as you said into something that walks, talks and acts like them. What do we do about it? Well until we accept ourselves we hide in our houses (or bedrooms and bathrooms while we still live with our parents). We purge our clothes believing that without the means the temptation will go away. We try to avoid talking about things that would out us, and fight our natural mannerisms so that people will believe in the character we have created to face the outside world. We suffer within and thrash around trying to find a way to fit into their mold so we wont have to deal with the torment they dish out.

As time goes on we realize that that our own reactions are making things worse. By hiding we build an internal feeling of shame. By purging we realize that without the release from part time dressing we build to a breaking point that adds stress to all aspects of our lives, not to mention breaking the bank with repetitive shopping. By holding our tongues we find we want to scream, or that we let slip more and more of what we want to say only to be met by jokes since we have hidden who we really are in the beginning. Finally by avoiding who we are so others will believe us “normal” we start to become the character we have created for their eyes which only causes us more suffering as we see the distance to ourselves growing evermore.

Thank you Vanessa for this and you many other posts. I feel that acceptance is the most important step in our journeys. No matter where you land in the gender spectrum it is important to accept yourself as you are and recognize the beauty in the differences. Even if you don’t know if you are a cd, tg, ts, tv, or whatever other term you can think of the acceptance of self is indeed the first step in arming yourself against the attitudes of the unenlightened. Acquiring others acceptance is still going to be a challenge especially with the stigmas around transgender in the public past, however once others can see you as you and not as a distant thing life can become more comfortable and at least some of the fears can be washed away.

My Crossdressing Story: From Frustration to Acceptance

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Published on: January 14, 2010

Dear Readers,

It has been a few weeks since I shared a crossdressing success story. With the festive season and rush of the “first week back at work” behind me, I’m back into the swing of things. This week’s story is from an avid reader of Crossdresser Heaven who contributes so much back to the community through her thoughtful and loving comments.

If you’ve got a story of crossdressing success, however small, take a moment to share your crossdressing story. Or once you’ve met Ragina, continue reading about Randi’s crossdressing adventure.

Meet Ragina

My femme name is Ragina, and I live in Georgia with my wife of 20 years. I have been crossdressing off and on since early childhood, but have been regularly dressing for about thirty years or so.

Crossdressing Success Story

My first recolection of crossdressing was many years ago when as a youngster I would have to accompany my mother to choir practice at church because my dad traveled a lot for his job at the time. During those years, women still wore gloves to church, and of course , someone would accidently leave a pair . They found thier way to the lost and found box, where they would sooner or later be claimed. I don’t know what attracted me to those pretty white gloves, but they called to me.

Nervously, I grabbed several pairs and hiding myself in a closet (ha,ha,), I tried them on. The feeling was like no other feeling I had ever had, and I pocketed a couple pairs to take home. This continued for a couple of years. Then I happened to find a pair of Mom’s stockings balled up in the trash and rescued them out of curiousity. I knew enough that they went on the legs, so , locking myself in my room, I tried them on and wow, what a feeling! So soft and smooth on my legs.

So that set in motion my pattern of crossdressing for a time. Of course I became more and more curious of the other things that women wore, bras,panties slips,and so on,and vowed somehow to get these garments for myself. By this time, I was in junior high school and all the girls were well developed. I was taking music lessons at the time and had to wait after school for my lesson. Somehow, I accidently wound up finding a girls clothes, and lo and behold were all the things that I’d desired.

I stuffed them all into my bookbag and took them home. This one act, along with trying those clothes on galvanized my love of all things feminine. I continued to crossdress in bits and pieces from then on, eventually being able to purchace clothes on my own. Of course, all this was done in secret, as Mom wouldn’ understand at all. Little did I know that she already knew.

Eventually I married and started a family, still dressing in secret. This first marriage didn’t last, not because of my crossdressing. I relocated here courtesy of the military, met and married my current wife, being careful to let her in on my secret hobby. At first, she had a very hard time understanding and accepting my feminine side, but as time went on,with tenderness and patience on my part, she grew to accept me as I am.

I now have the best of both worlds, a wife who loves the man that I am and a wonderful girlfriend to hang out with. Life doesn’t get much better than this. To all my sisters out there, be patient and loving, the person you are is wonderful and worth loving.


Ragina, thank you for your beautiful story – truly a crossdressing success! If any readers are struggling to find their own crossdressing success I highly recommend Peggy Rudd’s book, My Husband Wears My Clothes.

Ellen Accepts Her Crossdressing

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Published on: November 12, 2009

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.

Dear reader, if you’d like to share your own crossdressing success story I would love to publish it and let other’s draw strength and encouragement from your success. Please submit your crossdressing success story here.

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

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.

Transgender – it's only weird the first few times

In our society we have a knee jerk reaction against anything that is different from the established norms. The first thought that crosses our mind is that we are “superior” and they are “different”, “wrong”, “unnatural”. It’s the five second journey from ‘what is that?’ to ‘eeewwww’ that happens because the unexpected is so different.

This article entitled ‘Transphobia runs deep‘ raises an interesting point – perhaps it is the mere unfamiliarity that is the stumbling block for people. Today you’d be hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t know what it means to be a homosexual. Homosexuality has taken the leap from ‘eeewwww’ to ‘I know what that is and my opinion is <insert opinion that has been thought about for more than five seconds>’. While people may strongly disagree with homosexuality for many reasons, they are not experiencing surprised disgust.

I don’t think we’ve reached this threshold yet with the transgendered. People still struggle with what it means to be transgendered, and some of the most common question asked of crossdressers is ‘Are you gay?’ But

Transphobia can be beaten

And it starts with familiarity. It starts with letting transgender become part of the societal psyche – with transgendered people being seen as people and not Jerry Springer freak shows. The wonderful thing about Thomas, the pregnant man is that he embeds the concept of transgender in our psyche. He may not be the “perfect representative for the transgender community”, but just by being open about who he is Thomas has done us a great service.

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