Shop for herbs and other supplements on Amazon
(advertisement)


Gender Dysphoria

#1

Okay, new thread. I hope this will help those who are still struggling with their gender, especially newbies to the forum. I know how much some of you crave understanding about the confusing world of transgenderism.
----------------------------------

Questions:
Do you suffer from gender dysphoria?
How do you know?
When did you discover that your dysphoria was gender related?
Have you been able to alleviate the symptoms?

Clara Kay's story:
For nearly my entire life I suffered from gender dysphoria and didn’t know it. I’ve only recently come to that conclusion. As a child, I never had that sense that I’m a girl inside, and, as an adult, I didn’t feel like a woman trapped in a man’s body. I believe that my female gender identity was buried in my subconscious mind. It didn’t show up as overt expressions or behaviors of a female nature. I didn’t feel repulsed by my maleness.

I was not like a lot of other boys growing up in my town. I was more sensitive, kind, and loving than other boys seemed to be. I didn’t see myself as girlish, though, and I did my best to measure up as a boy. I did show an atypical interest in the girls from an early age. I can remember identifying with them in many ways. When adolescence rolled around, I found myself somewhat love shy, but I liked being around girls; but only in boy-girl groups. I guess it gave me cover. I didn’t want to appear a sissy.

My gender dysphoria became more apparent in college when real sex came into the picture. I was scared to death of sex with a girl, and remained a virgin until I got married. But, marriage didn’t solve my sexual inadequacy issues. I kind of bluffed my way through the difficulties I was having, but never freed myself from a persistent anxiety that found relief only in masturbation. The masturbation was augmented with pictures of beautiful women dressed in lingerie or totally nude. The images themselves brought me to orgasm. There was no thought of fucking them. If anything, I had a sense of wanting to be enveloped by their female loveliness. I occasionally put on panties and a bra and imagined what I would look like as a woman. It was an incredible turn-on, but I failed to see the implications of my behavior.

I attempted to read books about sexual inadequacy by the ‘experts’, but only found the advice there useless and depressing. I just decided to live with it, and since my life was reasonably satisfying and productive, there was no sense that I needed to seek professional counseling. I had no conscious awareness of a state of dysphoria, and my gender identity didn’t come into question until….

After I retired and had more time on my hands, things got intense. Porn and masturbation became way too much of my life. Then one day, I had a relapse into crossdressing after having dabbled with it many years back. The secrecy, the shame and the guilty was too much. I had to break the cycle.

I discovered a treasure trove of information about sexual problems on the internet which eventually led me to the realization that I was suffering all my life from gender identity disorder (GID). I learned about transgenderism, and sought to understand to what extent I possessed a female side to my psyche. I came to the conclusion that I was a crossdreamer. I dream about having a female body and wanting to take the woman’s role during sex. The pieces started to fall into place. The role my fantasies played in my sex life became startlingly clear.

I also read a lot about transsexualism. I learned that HRT was not only a treatment for gender dysphoria (GD) and a first step in the transitioning process, but also a diagnostic tool used by therapists to determine the existence of a gender identity condition.

I was considering seeking the help of a gender therapist when I ran across a forum that mentioned that an herbal supplement, Pueraria Mirifica, also worked as a treatment/diagnostic remedy for GD.

After a month on PM, ramping up to 2500 mg/day, I found a peace that, to this day, I’m amazed at. I don’t have to go into that here.

Yes, I suffered gender dysphoria. It wasn’t the extreme form. Sometimes I like to refer to it as ‘gender dissonance’ which, for me, was a constant low level anxiety that undercut my potential to achieve contentment in life, including a satisfying sexual relationship, and the self-confidence I needed to achieve success as I defined it.

That’s my story. Yours may be similar, but likely different given the variability that exists in the transgender condition. Please share.

Clara Kay Smile
Reply
#2

Very helpful thread for a noob like me thanks
Reply
#3

Very similar to mine. I started when I was 2, I tried on mom's lipstick....on my lips, then my face, then all over my body, but never felt that great need to get rid of my dick. By the time I was either 5 or 8, I started dipping into mom's dresser and trying on her bras. I remember lying in bed wearing one of her bras and holding my cupped hands out in front of me as far as I could and saying. "I wish I had tits out to HERE!!!!" Eventually I started toying with her stockings. Pantyhose were just being invented. I found her napkin belt and napkins and wore one for a day or so. Interesting!! I really liked the feel of having something extra in my undies! Why, I'm not sure. My sisters were 3 and 7 years younger than me, so, when they got into puberty, I started dipping into THEIR dressers. Eventually, I also found mom's tampons and experimented with them. By this time, masturbation waltzed into my life and I would imagine myself as a girl quite often when I spanked the monkey. About that time, I also experimented with pantyhose. They felt SOOOO nice!! Digging around in the back room in the attic, I found a very old strapless dress of grandma's, it sort of looked like the southern belle type. It was kinda nice, but I had no tits to fill it with and getting under all those layers made it hard to have a wank. I wore red pantyhose under my dress pants to her funeral and couldn't concentrate on ANYTHING but that the whole time!! I think I was a senior in high school by then. It was becoming way more evident that I WANTED to be a girl!! To have such a GORGEOUS, BEAUTIFUL, pretty body like that, SOOOO soft and smooth!! With really nice tits and a pretty pink little vagina!! 10 years later, I started wearing tights/pantyhose, a leotard/unitard and a short black skater/scooter skirt to play drums in my band, mostly because even shorts were too confining for me. But it also gave me a vehicle to express my girlness. Not only to myself, but in VERY plain sight to the public at large!! My fans came to not only love it, but to DEMAND it and even do it themselves "in my honour"!!!! WAY cool!!!!
About 5 years later, they started making silicone tits for your bra!! I couldn't WAIT to get my first pair!!!! When I finally did, I took them out of the box and placed them on my tits in my cupped hands and was in HEAVEN!!!!!! SUCH BLISS, FINALLY having tits!!!!!!! They lasted about a year!!!! So much for THAT $100.00!! The following year I found a pair for $35.00. Not quite as nice, but they lasted longer than the Curves. A few months, anyway.
In the late `70's, I'd heard a news story where men that worked in Wyeth Laboratories started growing tits after having inhaled the dust from the birth control pills they made every day!! So, one day in the late `80's, I found a few left over that some girl lost and I took them hoping they'd grow my tits. Nothing happened. :-( A few years later, I got my first "real" girlfriend, got her pregnant twice inside of a year, but she aborted both times and the abortion clinic gave her a months supply of BCP's, but she never took them. About a year before I broke with her (for cheating on me!!), I decided to take her BCP's hoping they'd grow my tits. Two months worth did nothing for me. She WAS supportive of my wanting to be a girl, but we still went on like boyfriend/girlfriend and I asked her to marry me, and she said, "yes". After 10 years together, she said she never said, "yes"!! I can prove she did!!!! Because her ex-hubby decided to get a sex change, she knew how to go about it. (He at LEAST grew his tits, but I'm not sure if he got the bottom done. They never said, I never asked, but he DID sit to pee! A few years after I met him, he got a breast reduction because he'd decided it was a bad idea for him to have gotten a sex change. Knowing the way they both are, I kinda think he "suggested" it to her and she practically "FORCED" him to do it. So, she set me up in a therapy thing for transgendered people, the same place he went. I spent 14 years there and they just couldn't figure out which box to put me in because having my dick "removed" was NOT a life or death situation for me, but I'd LOVE to BE a girl!! It was just that, if I had to be stuck with Mr. Sticky all my life, I could deal with it. Eventually they got tired of me and I got tired of being shunted from therapist to therapist time and time again. I haven't been there in at least 3 years, I think. But, in the late `90's, I DID find some silicone tits that were MUCH bigger and lasted a LOT longer than the any of the others I've ever had!!!! I try to wear them as much as possible, but, the past few months hasn't warranted me too many opportunities, partly because of this new job where there's no locker rooms to change in or keep my tits hidden until the end of the day and, because I can walk there in 5 minutes, it's pointless to go to the trouble of putting them on for 15 minutes!! At my last job, I could wear them for nearly 2 hours going to and again coming home from work and I could hide them in my locker. Plus, at this new place, nearly everyone there is very prejudiced and homophobic!! The band broke up 10 years ago, so I don't get to dress up on stage anymore. A few months ago, I found this place and have been a fixture ever since. But, over the decades, there has been hurdle after hurdle that has been blocking me from going even so far as to just grow my tits bigger than they already are. Maybe one day I'll get to the point where I JUST don't care what anyone else thinks anymore and just start growing my tits for ME!!
Reply
#4

Clare,

My friend I feel the same way I looked at porn a lot and when I watch a girl I wanted to know what it felt like to her. I tryed to be more manly lifted weights. Got into martial art for years. I was getting so stiff and was tired of people telling me about it.
When I was a kid I used to pretend to switch genders. I still love reading about that.
since I started taking pm I feel more in touch with my feelings . What I think I say freely . I stoped trying my measure up to other men. I also played with my nipples since i was a kid. Used to tie my chest and predend i had breasts.
Now I want to do something for me . There is so much pressure on a man today .its nice to have some peace. That is what pm does for me.
I started taking pm in july . Started with only 1 pm
500 ml . The I started taking 2 pm then stopped because I wiped out. Now I'm taking 4 pm a day and I feel good.
I wanted to thank Clare for helping me keep on track .also this web sight and every one here.
Reply
#5

Well, this is going to be quite a long post lol....

As I've stated before, my earliest memories growing up were of praying to God everynight that I'd wake up as a girl. That didn't happen, though, so I tried using other superstitions. Coins in fountains come to mind. Actually, I used to get naked and pour buckets of pennies all over myself. I guess I thought they were lucky or something. I bet they were nasty...hey, I was a kid lol.

I remember in kindergarten/1st grade I would play with the girls at recess. We would have pretend weddings and such. Eventually, however I was forced to associate with my own physical gender. Sad

Anyways, around the age of 10-12 my friend and I stumbled upon this old black and white porn magazine by the pond. We were amazed. I was especially interested in what the women in this magazine were feeling. Somehow I managed to convince my friend to "let me be the girl' and we had sex a number of times. It became a source of shame for me for many years given the way in which I was raised. Self-loathing is a hard thing to shake, and it took way too long for me to do so.

Around this time I also started stealing tampons and douches. I followed the enclosed instructions as closely as my anatomy would allow. I recall this one family vacation, for whatever reason instead of just taking one tampon at a time, I swiped about 15 and hid em in my socks in my bag. My mom found them apparently, and send my Dad to talk to me about it. Most embarassing conversation of my life. I claiming I liked to watch them poof up in water, and I guess he wanted to believe that.

So anyways, I got older...and learned to conform to avoid ridicule. I used to have a lovely high pitched laugh, but trained myself to laugh in a lower pitch as to avoid being made fun of. That fucking laugh is still haunting me today. Eventually, I had sex with a few girls, but could never climax with them. It wasn't until much later that I found the only way I could was to envision myself as playing the female role in the encounter.

So, around 16 or so I just started staying high all the time. It was a great way to keep any transgender feelings at bay. I still cross-dressed for sexual pleasure, but at least I could forget who people saw me as outside of that. Merely an illusion I'd created to relate with them in the way that they expected me to. Argh

So, the next decade, I had some relationships that always ended in the chick cheating on me. They always said I was too girly(both in bed and in the realtionship in general). I guess once I got intimate with them I dropped too large a portion of the act I used to attract them.

Finally, I stumbled upon this site....I really can't recall how. I was like wow, I really would like to have boobs for my crossdressing sessions. So I took FG SP RC for about a month before trying PM. To my surprise, it made me actually want to live. What an eye-opener! Testosterone was what was making me so miserable all along. This happiness, however, was only temporary. After about a year or so, it became apparent to me that I would never be happy living life as a "man". Just the word in relation to me seems disgusting, tbh.

So, I started seeing a therapist, and freestyling pharma hormones Big Grin
Doing laser now and going to see the endo next week.

That just about brings us to the present. I'm going to live as a woman, no matter what. People suck anyway, why should I pretend to enjoy my miscast gender role for their sake?

There are only a couple of details I've censored from this story. Enjoy, or be disgusted, I can't really blame either reaction. This is definitely my story though lol
Reply
#6

(27-01-2014, 03:06 AM)SarahSchilling Wrote:  Well, this is going to be quite a long post lol....

As I've stated before, my earliest memories growing up were of praying to God everynight that I'd wake up as a girl. That didn't happen, though, so I tried using other superstitions. Coins in fountains come to mind. Actually, I used to get naked and pour buckets of pennies all over myself. I guess I thought they were lucky or something. I bet they were nasty...hey, I was a kid lol.

I remember in kindergarten/1st grade I would play with the girls at recess. We would have pretend weddings and such. Eventually, however I was forced to associate with my own physical gender. Sad

Anyways, around the age of 10-12 my friend and I stumbled upon this old black and white porn magazine by the pond. We were amazed. I was especially interested in what the women in this magazine were feeling. Somehow I managed to convince my friend to "let me be the girl' and we had sex a number of times. It became a source of shame for me for many years given the way in which I was raised. Self-loathing is a hard thing to shake, and it took way too long for me to do so.

Around this time I also started stealing tampons and douches. I followed the enclosed instructions as closely as my anatomy would allow. I recall this one family vacation, for whatever reason instead of just taking one tampon at a time, I swiped about 15 and hid em in my socks in my bag. My mom found them apparently, and send my Dad to talk to me about it. Most embarassing conversation of my life. I claiming I liked to watch them poof up in water, and I guess he wanted to believe that.

So anyways, I got older...and learned to conform to avoid ridicule. I used to have a lovely high pitched laugh, but trained myself to laugh in a lower pitch as to avoid being made fun of. That fucking laugh is still haunting me today. Eventually, I had sex with a few girls, but could never climax with them. It wasn't until much later that I found the only way I could was to envision myself as playing the female role in the encounter.

So, around 16 or so I just started staying high all the time. It was a great way to keep any transgender feelings at bay. I still cross-dressed for sexual pleasure, but at least I could forget who people saw me as outside of that. Merely an illusion I'd created to relate with them in the way that they expected me to. Argh

So, the next decade, I had some relationships that always ended in the chick cheating on me. They always said I was too girly(both in bed and in the realtionship in general). I guess once I got intimate with them I dropped too large a portion of the act I used to attract them.

Finally, I stumbled upon this site....I really can't recall how. I was like wow, I really would like to have boobs for my crossdressing sessions. So I took FG SP RC for about a month before trying PM. To my surprise, it made me actually want to live. What an eye-opener! Testosterone was what was making me so miserable all along. This happiness, however, was only temporary. After about a year or so, it became apparent to me that I would never be happy living life as a "man". Just the word in relation to me seems disgusting, tbh.

So, I started seeing a therapist, and freestyling pharma hormones Big Grin
Doing laser now and going to see the endo next week.

That just about brings us to the present. I'm going to live as a woman, no matter what. People suck anyway, why should I pretend to enjoy my miscast gender role for their sake?

There are only a couple of details I've censored from this story. Enjoy, or be disgusted, I can't really blame either reaction. This is definitely my story though lol
You're drunk, aren't you?
Reply
#7

No, not anymore. Whatever. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and I don't care what most of you think.

Wow...that does seem drunk Big Grin

But nah, I'm not drunk...and I do care what most of you think, but what value is there in those opinions if I'm dishonest to begin with?

Did you quote all that just so I couldn't delete it?

LOL
Reply
#8

I have to say, it breaks my heart...really...it just fucking kills me to hear these stories. I want to hug you all. I don,t suppose it would help much but it would be genuine. And hugs never hurt... shit, I'm crying again... fuck it.
Hugs to you all... I'm a wreck now.
Reply
#9

Sarah, I can't tell you how much your account of the struggle you've endured all these years has touched me. If I feel that I'm drowning in a lake, then you are drowning in the ocean. There is nothing in your words that would cause me to withdraw my respect and admiration for you, and I have a strong sense that brighter days are in store for you. Thank you for sharing your story with us all.

A long hug,

Clara Kay Smile
Reply
#10

CK,

Thanks for starting this thread. So I'm writing this as I a watching the Grammy's. Some great performances tonight.

I new I was different from other boys in first grade. That is when I started wishing I could "change my skin" and be like my sister. I was shaving my legs and under arms I high school during the winter when I could hide my bare legs in sweat pants in gym class. And of course I tried on my sis's underwear and ma's bras when I was fortunate to be home alone.

In college I tried to be like the other guys; joined a Fraternity, dated, enjoyed lots of cannabis. But my cross dressing desires increased with every semester. I used Haloween as a chance to dress but also shaped my brows and wore make up.

Paul and Ringo are on now. That was cool.

This is also when I really started being envious of the way college girls could dress, flirt, and dance at clubs. And I really wanted breast and how it must feel like as a woman during sex. Also the first time I considered living full time as a woman but ended up not going down that road.

Fast forward 15+ years, 3 wardrobe purges, marriage and two kids, and now I am here. My fear is that the future my wife sees of us is looking less and less like future I see for us. My hope is that our love for each other and for our children will be strong enough to withstand whatever the future brings...
The meaning of Pearl Jam's song 'Sirens" is really hitting me. If you don't know it or can't understand Vedder's voice read the lyrics. Especially if you are in a relationship.

Back to my story. I have been taking SP and a very low dose of PM found at the Vitamin Shoppe. I don't know if it is doing anything to 1. Grow breast 2. Ease my GID but I'm afraid to bring up taking a substance used primarily for breast growth with my wife. And boobs on guys in my current line of work... Just doesnt work.

I am going to talk to her again about laser treatments for my beard in March. Not for treatments starting then, but starting in the fall. Give her a chance to come to grips with this a little more. My thoughts today is that maybe transition happens when the kids are out of the house... Maybe not. Very difficult.

Oh, I do see a therapist and this group is great. I left a lot out but it's in other post.

Daft Punk and Stevie Wonder... awesome.

Peace and love all.
Reply



Shop for herbs and other supplements on Amazon
(advertisement)





Users browsing this thread: 2 Guest(s)


Shop for herbs and other supplements on Amazon
(advertisement)

Breast Nexum is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for us to earn fees by linking to Amazon.com and affiliated sites.


Cookie Policy   Privacy Policy