When did you realize that you had enough of hiding your CDing.

Hi Hippie. For me it was about 6 years ago that I had finally had enough. As my boy clothes began to ware out, I replaced them with feminine wear. However, I'm still in the closet although, I'm like you and could care less about what others think about me.

My reason for remaining a closet dweller is to protect those that are dear to my heart. I'd rather suffer in silence than to have my love ones suffer because of me. At least I still have my closet which is quite lovely by the way.

Hopefully one day, Rose will appear to everyone in all her beautiful glory. After all that time hiding, there's no reason she shouldn't be beautiful.

As long as I'm breathing, there is always hope.

Rose🌹

Pretty recently actually! Once it became clear that my wife was so supportive, it was only a matter of time. The day my daughter moved out on her own last fall, Nikki arrived in a big way. I hope one day to come out to her as well, but there's no rush and if I never come out to her at all, I'm ok with that, too.

It was after several years of no dressing and thinking I was "cured".  Dysphoria roared back stronger than ever.  That was my wakeup call.  I came out to my girlfriend shortly after.

/EA

How did she take it?

Hippie

Is your wife a member on here as a S.O.

The more S.O. we have, the better support system we can have

Hippie

She took the news calmly.  Asked a few questions.  We settled into a DADT arrangement.  That worked for a while....until it didn't.  We split amicably a year ago.  We're BFF's now.

/EA

Damm that sucks. I'm sorry that happened

I hope your next you tell them before things get serious

Hippie

Thanks.  We both knew it was coming.  There's still a ton of love.  She's like family.

I'm not jumping into another relationship anytime soon.  If it happens, it'll be obvious what they're getting into.  I'm out and proud.

/EA

I met my SO 12 years ago. At the time I believed my love for her and my desire not to upset the budding relationship would allow me to put these feelings behind me for good. For her sake, for the relationship sake. Out with the clothes and makeup, no more days shopping out and about enfemme.

OF COURSE, as so many of you girls report, the desire becomes too strong to ignore. So six years ago I came out to my SO. To do so otherwise would have been to deny a part of me that was begging for release. She took it well and compromises followed. We now talk about it comfortably. She takes many days to visit family on a regular basis knowing I will going out and presenting as a woman. My skirts and dresses (and everything else) hang proudly in our shared closet. NO more hiding. Would love for her to be comfortable seeing me dressed but that has yet to happen. As I continue to evolve she may change her mind. One can hope.

About 35 years ago when I finally got my own home. I had my own space and the hidden clothes started to find its way into my wardrobe. I came out to my mother and finally got out and started to let people know. I made a decision not to get into relationships due to complexities of being a crossdresser and the rest, as they say, is history.

I'm late to this party, having begun  active crossdressing less than two years ago at age 69. My wife and I were already married 40 years. Once I began, my secrecy lasted a grand total of two weeks. In that brief span of time I realized there was no way I was going to be able to deal with the sneaking about that it required and the stress it generated. This is supposed to be pleasurable right? So I had two options - come out right then and there or turn back and never CD again. No way I was going to to turn back, so option 1 was the only way.

I am one of the lucky ones. My wife is accepting, supportive  and even participatory up to a point. One hurdle remains however - what about the kids?

My wife has known and been supportive for many, many years. A few very close friends knew.
I decided to stop hiding from the rest of the world one night a couple of months back. I was laying in hospital after being rushed in with a saddle pulmonary embolism. They saved on the first night. The following night I was laying in hospital, when I must have nodded off. This was around 2AM. I suddenly found myself watching my funeral. There were only three people there. My wife, my son and my sister. On my coffin, there was a framed picture of me as Cerys. My wife stood up and gave the eulogy, and mentioned that there were two people they were saying good bye to. Then The person leading the ceremony placed the picture face down. The curtains opened, and the coffin moved into the crematorium.
I woke from this dream. I didn't realise it was a dream until I woke. It was then that I decided to no longer hide. Cerys is as big a part of me as the other me. We are one. We come as a pair.
I phoned family and sent them pictures. I changed my FB profile and banner pics to pics of Cerys. I posted pics of Cerys. I sent friends that didn't know pictures. I have met my neighbours as Cerys. I open the front door to anyone that comes as Cerys. I but petrol, catch busses, go to the post office as Cerys. I answered all the usual questions. No, I am not gay. No, I do not want to be a woman. Yes, my wife is OK and supportive, but it can cause issues. Yes my work knows. No, I won't be going to work as Cerys. No. I'm not having any bits chopped off. No, I'm not changing my pronouns. No, I'm not changing my name.
Everyone has been supportive. A few have taken the pss, but that's what I would have hoped. It's their way of telling me they are fully supportive.
I'm so much freer now. I dress as I want. I go out and about. I go shopping. I go to the doctors. I've been to get tyres fitted to the car. Everything I do in male mode I have done as Cerys.... Except work. I'm signed off for another month. I won't go to work as Cerys. Mainly because it's impractical. Cerys rarely wears trousers, and my job requires that 🙂

The World now knows about Cerys. She is no longer in hiding. I couldn't be happier!

Cerys.

My wife insisted that we didn't tell our son until his School education was over. He left school at 18 and then started Univeristy.... My wife was still uneasy, but one day when he was home for summer, I said we have to tell him as I had become used to being Cerys most of the time when I was home, and that hiding it would not only be difficult, but also stressful. My wife agreed.
We sat him down and I told him. His only question was am I trans. I replied no. He didn't care. His attitude was "makes no difference to me. Do what makes you happy". I hugged him, and then went and got changed. He saw me as Cerys for the first time that night. Not a hint of bother. He said that I looked "alright". He's perfectly fine. He's been out to the shops with me as Cerys. Not a care. He's a great lad!

Cerys.

I agree life is too short. Live it to the fullest

Hippie