27-05-2014, 01:11 AM
(26-05-2014, 06:39 AM)Pansy-Mae Wrote: Thanks Sammie. You may be right, I don't know, sometimes we are too close to something to see it clearly ourselves.
Yes, in the past dressing has itself sometimes been a relief from the everyday stresses of life, my first wife would sometimes say "You need to go and be beautiful.", even when I hadn't realised it for myself!
Currently, this has a different feel, S's health is a constant concern, but has been since we first met 11 years ago. At that time, the chances of her dying, literally at any moment, were very high. That is no longer the case, but her overall level of health gets a tiny bit worse with each passing day, so in reality nothing much has changed in that sense. During that time I've gone from not dressing at all, to almost fulltime ( with her approval and encouragement), to back to nothing. I'm sure that PM is playing a role in it, but don't quite know how.
I'm in danger of overthinking this now, instead of simply accepting that "I am what I am", as have done all my life, and accepting whatever comes.
Well, I hear you, Pansy. I am more than a little sad for your wife and you. I can well understand PM taking the edge off the need. I think that for many, prior to anykind of hormonal interference, whether from NBE or pharma based HRT, the stress of high testosterone adds a sexual dynamic to one degree or another, and this figures into the subject of dressing as a relief from stress. But as these marvelous hormones change our chemistry and reduce that sexual drive dramatically, a different kind of desire to dress manifests itself in some but not all. A desire based on the simple joy of reconnecting with the feminine, to whatever degree that strain is part of us. And even in those who do experience this continued need, the intensity varies according to many factors. But I belief, in most cases, depression and anguish will take the edge off the psychological need since feeling good and enjoying that reconnection is counterbalanced by the anguish, and totally outweighed by the potential guilt that might be associated with allowing oneself to be happy while a loved one is in peril or distress. I can well remember times when my mother was dying, and it just felt so alien an wrong to allow myself to laugh, smile or feel joy about anything under the circumstances. In the case of a slow, torturous degenerative condition such as you describe, I would imagine the relentless psychological stress on you could well be overwhelming.Do you think there is something to this?
To put it another way, I am reminded of a thread where Clara noted that despite a thick cloud of pink enveloping her a month or two ago, that when she became sick, her male side came charging back in. Perhaps, for those of us with a GID, moments of distress cause the mind to fall back on the somber security of the masculine?
Regardless, and all talk or thought of gender issues aside, I really do feel for you. If you need to talk sometime, Please pm me. I am more than willing to listen, honey. Really.
Hugs