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How many times have I beat the drum, no two transgender is alike. Dr. Harry Benjamin wanted a one size fits all and everyone followed up with the same wrong concept. Whether you have or haven't transitioned, whether you want to or are accepting the circumstances doesn't mean a darn thing. What matters is do you accept yourself. What you feel about yourself and what you project is what people think of you even when at times they are looking at a complete opposite picture.
One of my doctors asked me when I was talking to her if I was using my female voice? No, it was my normal voice. I'm guessing better than ninety percent of the time when people address me in person or on the phone with a prefex, it's ma'am. Why? Because I'm comfortable being me. I'm not pretending being someone else. Maybe it's all old people look alike and the long hair throws them off? That doesn't explain the phone calls..., ma'am. I truly don't care if it's Mr. or Mrs. or Hey You. They can call me anything they want just don't get physical.
Which leads to another aspect of why so many have a problem getting comfortable with who they are. Shauna wrote a story called The Loft. In the story the girl's best friend was almost murdered for being who she was. Sadly that is too close to so many in real life. I feel for those who live in states where they aren't allowed to provide for their own protection. Another reason I can accept me as me.
You owe it to yourself to take a few minutes and watch and learn, who you are may be where you are supposed to be. At least you will learn many of the untruths and many of the real truths rather than what the MSM and tabloids publish about us.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmToLxZfh2M
Hugs People, for God's sake, love yourself for it's the only vessel you have this time around. Accept yourself and BE yourself.
Barb
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I don't care
What people think I am or their opinion of that is not what I'm concerned about. What I want more than anything in the world is to be accepted as I am for what I am.
That acceptance starts with me. I have to accept who and what I am. Knowing who and what I am is the start of that. There was a time when I was desperate to get out of the house and experience the world as me. I went out without any concept of who or what I was. That put an artificial slant to everything. I was nervous about what people thought and might do. Me being that way radiated off me like negative vibes that could be felt at a hundred yards. When I came to the conclusion that other peoples opinion didn't matter. What mattered was how I felt about me and that I accepted me.
That gave me confidence to really be me. I'm not under the illusion that I look like a woman. I look like me. At best, if you think looking like a woman is the goal, I look androgynous. But what tips the scales is when I'm someplace that people think only a woman should be, because I accept myself as feminine and act like it, then other women there accept that I should be there and go about their business, letting me go about mine.
I've read many stories about how tough my sisters lives have been. Many suffer guilt and shame for much of their lives; most because their parents came unglued about who they were when the parents found out. I was blessed with a father of uncommon intelligence and wisdom. Whether he approved of my proclivities I'll never know. But on three different occasions when he was confronted with my feminine expression, he treated it with indifference. Not once did he ever say that I shouldn't do such things. The closest he came to that was when he saw me coming in from the back yard wearing only a slip. He told me I should let other people see me doing that because they would think I was crazy.
He was wise enough that he knew that nothing he could do or say would change who I was. As a result, even though I lived in the closet (I didn't want other people to think I was crazy) I never felt shame or guilt. It made all the difference in the world as to how I felt about myself and eventually how well other people accept me.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann
in highschool
I was in AFJROTC, and they had to "teach" me to sound more masculine. I was a singer until I had tonsillitis, and had a wide, high range. so if I use my "real" voice i get ma'amed etc. if i slip into my learned voice, i sound more male.
Teresa L.
People who pretend to be
anything other than themselves are always likely to have mental health issues, even the ancient Greeks knew that as above the entrance to the Oracle at Delphi was written, 'To thine own self be true'. It's something I have now practised for a very long time, perhaps the rider to it would add, 'And be the best you, you can be.' If we also add two extras, 'Love thyself and Love thy neighbour as thyself,' the world would be a much nicer place. The one thing we shall never have enough of is kindness, so let's start trying to increase the amount in the world from today.
Angharad