A Girl's Early Life Trama.....

[Guest ~Jamie~]

Ow.... I didn't want to read this right before work, now I hurt.

Age four, Christmas eve at my (then) best friend's house. Both my and her whole families were there, as we spent the eve together then the day in our respective clans. I was so excited to be pretty, only made it halfway down the stairs before everyone important to me (and a few strangers as I was too young to know her whole extended family) started pointing and laughing at me. Even my friend was laughing behind me, she'd embarrassed me on purpose. It's my very first memory.

I hurt, its not fair, I don't like hurting. I don't want to go to work right now -cries-

[Guest Jenny C]

Happy to know more Dee Jay ;-)

My sister was always crying because she did not have a sister and I was a boy...

For sometime I was her doll and she dressed me. I felt so good about it... I was accepted.

One day, she dressed me as a ballerina and tool a picture.

When it was developed, I was so proud and showed to a man that hanged sometime in my house to talk to my mother...

Yeark he said !!! It's you ! Yeark !!! you're a boy...

I understood and from that day...

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In the twenties, I had a girlfriend. She was needing help. I helped her... I eventually talk to her about me. She insisted on seeing me... It did it... She was traumatized. She thought a lady got in the apartment. She did not recognize me...

Than we left each other...

1 month later I arrived at a party, did not know most of those who were there but some friends were there... She had talk to a guy who pointed me, and all of them were pointing me and laughing loudly at me... Not need to say that I did run away.

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Now I have an important job and for no reasons some persons are on my case, have been for years, trying to humiliate me for no reasons and even tried to have me loose my job without a case... I won... But never understood why they are doing that... And there is like a code of silence... the concerned person always knows last...

Might be paranoia... but hope not or hope it is.

Love,

Jenny

[Guest eliza.d]

its really sick what some people do for a laugh, and when they find amusement in anothers pain.

dont we have enough pain already by being born in the wrong bodies?

hugs,

Eliza

[Guest Audrey Elizabeth]

Aparently not Eliza.

[Guest Donna Jean]

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Amazing similarities in some of the stories.......

Notice how many of us felt totally natural dressing up and the thought of showing ourselves to others didn't make us hesitant?

We were young and innocent and the world made sense.....

Now we know that it doesn't......

For most of us, the experience drove us deep underground...(took me another 50 years to get past it!)

Dee Jay

[Sally]

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We were young and innocent and the world made sense.....

Now we know that it doesn't......

Dee Jay

It also seems that the world is lacking the innocence that I felt as a child.

Love ya,

Sally

[Guest eliza.d]

donna jean, sally, jenny and all...we all share each others pain, as our pain is universal between us. we are family. ourselves pain, liberation, and joy have brought is together.

i dont see what the problem is, i feel normal in a dress amd girlie clothes. its not me that has the problem, its the hateful, judgement ntal ones that look upon me in contempt, confusion, and disgust.

i am just trying to live, are not we all?

god as my witness, i forgive those that would condemn me and i pray for them.

bless you all, we have suffered enough. let us all come together and aid our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers of our tg/ ts family so that we may lessen their suffering and haste their liberation.

we all just want to live, and live as ourselves.

Hugs,

Eliza

[Guest ~Jamie~]

Been a few days now, and I've had the chance to think it over. I just want to thank you for posting your story Dee Jay, it got me to open up and share something painful I've been holding onto for years, and I've felt better since. I don't think I would have told anyone that if you hadn't shared first. -hug- Thank you very much.

[Guest Lacey Lynne]

For me it was trying on my mother's panty hose and being discovered by my older brothers when I was 5.

xoxo

For me, it was the mother's pantyhose at age 14, but I WAS the older brother ... nobody caught me. There were other harrassments, plenty of them. Won't bore you with the details.

HUGGS, DEE JAY !!!

We feel for ya, honey girl, and, YES, YOU DID WIN !!!

Peace Lacey

[Guest Svenna]

Yeah, trying to decide which early trauma to share has left me with the realization that emotional abuse was a daily experience. Pick a day, I'll tell you a tale that will start the tears flowing...yuck..

A lot of people really suck. I am related to far too many sucky people...

These days, I choose my own family and I am better off for it...

Ugh. The past isn't where I wanna spend much time anymore..

Svenna