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I recently mentioned in a post, (can't remember which one but that's not important right now), that I'll be 70 next year as the crow flies but, in my head, I don't feel any different than I did at 19.
I've been giving this some serious think-time and, as we might expect, it's not really as simple as that. At 19, our (my) main concern was to make sure that I had sufficient income to fund the fun stuff. So, the "roles" I took on were, son, friend, employee, workmate and little more. Easy.
As we get a little bit older, we add boyfriend, husband, son in law, (or whichever nominal identification we choose to denote a romantic partner), partner's other half and probably a few more. Still relatively easy.
Next, though, for some of us at least, comes father (I'll stick to the male roles because that's my point of reference, no disrespect to others who may self-identify differently). Here's where life and/or society begins to impose nominal adulthood and associated "grown up" status and so most of us experience changing roles. With parenthood comes responsibility, for one's offspring and one's-self. I include the responsibility for self because being responsible for children necessitates self-responsibilty in order to ensure we can provide for and be there physically to nurture and protect our children.
Parenthood cosolidates the role of adult, we present ourselves at school, at doctors etc as "responsible adults" therfore more roles.
Children grow up and, again, in most cases of my experience, have their own children and so begins a new role, that of grandparent. Hmm, wait a minute, thinks me, am I ready to be called grandad? Grandparents are old people, at least that's how I saw them when I was young. But, not much we can do about it, another role is thrust upon us. Now, I'm not complaining about having grandkids, they're great and I love them to bits, especially when I hand them back to mum and dad! Society has expectations though and granddad isn't supposed to drop granddaughter off at school then jump on her scooter and push off home, laughing as he goes. [Digression Alert!] I did this regularly until my daughter and son in law moved a little further away from the school, so now I have to drive granddaughter and grandson to school and nursery respectively. One day, one of the other mums mentioned to me that her daughter told her I did this and, when the mum suggested she could do the same, was told, "no, that's just for granddads". More reinforcement of what's generally seen as age-inappropriate behaviour and gets hideously close to being told to, "act your age".
Stay with me, I'm getting there. So, I hope I've demonstrated how various factors try to influence or constrain one's outlook to something appropriate to one's chronological age. BUT, what does our self-image or our own concept of who we are have to say about this?
I now, if asked my age, reply, "Chronologically 69, psychologically 19". Why should this be? One reason, in my own case, is that I still like to have fun, and why not! With specific regard to crossdressing, I also, when dressed, have a childlike wonder, in much the same way as, I'm sure, many of us did when, as kids, we would play dressing up games. Not necessarily crossdressing games, could be cowboys, doctors, anything that was a change from who we were at that time.
Ok, now back to the question in the title, do you have a different "head" age and, if so what? And, if you've given it any thought, why?
Thanks for sticking with me this far, I hope you find it interesting and, even in a small way, Thought-provoking.
In any event, that's it done now so I'm off to play hopscotch.
Allie xx
Nice topic, Allie. It deserves a detailed answer.
I was recounting my life while I was reading. I conclude, for now, that I have a young mind in a body worn down by the years, but life is about having fun. The sufferings are like the commercials in the middle of the movie.
I wish I knew and did what I know and do now when I had a young, fit body. I would have had a lot more fun, but the world was different and my life was different.
The good thing about my age is the senior discounts I receive, but I feel strange the day I get out of bed without anything hurting. Ha ha.
Luckily my mind continues to function well, although it is now easier to remember old anecdotes than what I had for dinner last night, and my imagination is more fertile. And AI works wonders with pics and videos to make us dream and I dream a lot but I prefer real life.
So I think my mind could be at 25 and I will keep it young as long as I can.
The unrepeatable Gisela.
Do I see myself as younger than my true age of 70? I'm not sure. Physical things prevent me from dismissing my age but mentally, I try to overcome those things by using the ah-sod-it attitude of someone much, much younger. If I average it out, I guess I mentally see myself (as a woman) in my fifties or early sixties disguising the failing body of a 70-year-old man. It is difficult to ignore advancing age when, seemingly every day, film, music and TV stars I knew as people in their youth, have shuffled off their mortal coils, many of them younger than I am now. I think it is one of the reasons I started cross-dressing, as while dressed I can be the younger person that I see in my head; something male me can't achieve as I'll always look in the mirror and see 'me'. I think I try to change my appearance as much as I can so I can look in that same mirror and see Rebecca: a well-dressed, stylish and, above all, younger version of myself.
On that last point, wearing a wig makes such a difference to my appearance because as male me, I shave my head, so the change is startling.
To sum up: I think I've done about ten drafts of this post, from my entire life story to a quick one liner. It has definitely made my think about my age, my life and what I'm doing with it. In general, apart from some male-related health issues I am happy as I can be being 70 as a man and, let's say, 58, as a woman.
An interesting subject, I enjoyed that.
Hugs Becca
xx
I'm 65 but for some years I've been saying I feel 23. That's mentally of course. Physically the years have been kind to me so far. Just wish I had been dressing when I was actually 23. The makeup is so much more of a challenge now 😂 xx.
I want my head age to be younger than my actual age - I am now a fully paid up pensioner this year, bus pass and all.
I do look younger dressed and many are surprised when I show my bus pass and physically able still as I am quite active. I have no kids of my own but my first generation nieces would allow me to play with them and enjoy their activities as I could act the fool and love it. Now the second generation is where I am now at the 'Granny' stage. Well my sister is called granny and I am still at the first generation as I am Aunty! I will play on their scooters and bikes, climb, bounce and act the fool all over again and we love it. There is responsibility as I am the 'adult' but once in the zone of play I am in it.
I can't say it is me using a head age, it's what you do and it's fun too. Adults can act as kids too as we allow ourselves to relax and as we graduate from simple kid fun things to tech , alcohol, cars, hobbies and so on it is the same release as when we were kids, it doesn't leave us. The responsibility thing is part of life.
27...I look pretty young but I'm just back-dated, yeah...but my doctor says more like 47 and my draft board says more like 77. I still dance all night and do wheelies with my shopping cart in the main aisles and eat my dessert first. You're only as old as you want to be. Party on! Marg
Very interesting topic Allie — and many interesting responses. Thanks to all.
As for me, I’m physically in my mid 70’s. In male mood, I’ve always — going back many decades — thought of myself as being more than a bit older than my physical age. Perhaps that can be explained by responsibility, or the pressure to succeed, or maybe insecurity. Who knows.
But as a late blooming crossdresser, in female mode I feel younger than my physical age — emotionally lighter, more vibrant, still eager for new experiences.
Not that I think I’m a teenager or even in my 30’s. But I envision myself as being in my late 40’s or early 50’s. And when I look in the mirror, notwithstanding my lack of makeup expertise, I imagine myself as being that age. Nice feeling.
Cheers, Sally
@alexina My usual line is, "I'm not young...but I am immature." lol
I'm 53. After a lifetime of sports, my body is well aware of this, though I sometimes push it, and luckily have yet to pay any hefty price. My brain, however still feels vibrant and sharp and...almost youthful. Youthful but in a sort of experienced way? I feel I'm cleverer and wiser, which aren't really youthful traits, but they give that impression, I think.
I might say I feel mentally...35? But thinking back to 35yo me, I'd say, "Well...he's no dummy, but...yeah, long way to go." Emotionally speaking, in most ways I feel perhaps even older - like, maybe 65...even 70. (puts on squinty, wizened look) "I've seen things in my time." 😑 (like...really squinty, ok?)
So I guess....I mean...the law of averages pretty much leads me to think I'm right about 53, I suppose. 🤔 Funny.
A woman never reveals her true age (lol).
En femme, I feel like I'm 10 years younger, but I want to dress like I'm 20 years younger.
I've been cleaning out my girl closet a bit, getting rid of odd pieces, sizes that will never fit, really old outfits, you get the idea. I came across a cute top and admitted that Lea has aged, there's no way I'm going out clubbing, let alone wearing a top that a 20-something might have worn about 20 years ago.
In guy mode, I have no desire to be younger. In femme mode, I feel like I was robbed of the years before I realized and accepted that I was a CD.
Haha, good question @alexina !
I'm 59 on the outside, and mid-30s (who dresses young for her age) on the inside.
I'm just thankful that for the moment I can get away with it, but I wonder if I should be maybe looking for a nice twin-set. Maybe a few tea dresses and a couple of pairs of sensible shoes. And a purple-rinse short-perm wig of course! 😀
Up until a ,few years ago, (and I'm the wrong side of 70 closer to 80), I never gave much thought to my age, either as Caty or male me. Yes back in my 60's when dressed and made up by a pro I looked much and felt a lot younger.
But the last 12-18 months with a series of minor (but not fatal) health problems means I'm now "feeling my age".
The above means I have not had my "full Caty on" since late last year and have not "gone public" since May '23
I still sleep femme and underdress every day and night, but its not the same as looking in the mirror and seeing Caty looking back at me.
I'm not uncomfortable about this, frustrated>> mostcertainly. But there's nota lot I can do about it, so....
Happy, Full on ) dressing all youse lucky lot who can
Caty
Hi Allie,
"Also, the incidence of funerals is increasing ..."
A timely observation from you Allie, given that I've just come back from a funeral. Wedding invites are easily outpaced by funerals these days.
I've been lucky that even now I'm often assumed to be at least 10 years younger than I actually am. Not that I deserve it with my lifestyle. A common attitude throughout my life by some would be "when are you going to start acting your age?". Well, I won't be 73 much longer, but I kind of think I'm still not acting my age. How can I? I've never been this old before 😉 So is my inner age expressing itself in such a way that I appear younger to others than I am?
Inside my head, I feel indeterminately young. But I can't be that young because I have my life experiences, to help me be who I am today. So there's a bit of kid-ology going on when I claim my head is 30.
A nice thread, Allie, something chewy to think on.