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  1. Oweena added a post in a topic: Why Do I Crossdress?   

    My name is Dr. Oweena Scott PHD Clinical Psychologist and Sex Therapist. I am also Trans Gendered. I offer my services to any one at this web site FREE OF CHARGE that asks for my help.
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  2. Oweena added a post in a topic: Why Do I Crossdress?   

    There are many reasons why you cross-dress. But the main reason is that you might be transgendered (Trapped in the wrong body.). Maybe this article that I wrote several years ago might answer some of your questions.

    I brought this up to be read and commented on. I'll answer any questions that you my have about
    What Trans Sexuality Is:

    Definition, Cause, and History

    By
    Dr. Oweena Scott PhD
    Transsexual
    Copy write 1983

    INTRODUCTION: my skin before


    Trans sexuality, also termed 'Gender Dyspepsia' is now reaching the point of being reasonably well understood, though many myths and general foolishness about the subject still abound. This document concerns the classic definition of Tran sexuality, as defined by Benjamin, Money, Green, and so forth. Inter sexuality and transgender-ism will not be addressed other than obliquely.

    IN A NUTSHELL: This is about standard, classical Tran sexuality.

    SUMMARY DEFINITION:
    Gender Dyspepsia, literally a misery with regard to gender, is the condition of being in a state of conflict between gender and physical sex.

    A transsexual is a person in which the sex-related structures of the brain that define gender identity are [2]
    exactly opposite the physical sex organs of the body.
    Put even more simply, a transsexual is a mind that is literally, physically, trapped in a body of the opposite sex.

    IN A NUTSHELL: Tran sexuality means having the wrong body for the gender one really is.

    GRAND OVERVIEW:
    Gender and Sex are very separate things, though the terms are often considered interchangeable by the less aware. Sex is physical form and function while Gender is a component of identity. There can be considered to be some legitimate overlap in that the brain is structured in many sex-differentiated ways, and the brain is the seat of identity. However, with regard to the dilemma of the transsexual, the difference between sex and gender are at the very core of the issue.


    A transsexual person, born to all appearance within a given physical sex, is aware of being of a gender opposite to that physical sex. This conflict, between gender identity and physical sex, is almost always manifesting from earliest awareness, and is the cause of enormous suffering. It is common for transsexuals to be aware of their condition at preschool ages.



    This agony can and does lead to self destruction unless treated. The incredible difficulties that surround achieving

    treatment are themselves often agonizing, the sum total of which can play havoc with the lives of the gender Dyspepsia. Indeed, it is apparent that some fifty percent of transsexuals die by age 30, usually by their own hand. This morbidity is known as the

    50% Rule

    Being a transsexual is not something that can be ignored or suppressed forever. Unlike the fascinations of the cross dresser or the partially altered trans genderist, the absolute compulsion of classical trans transsexualism is a matter of life and death. Social oppression, culturally indoctrinated shame, self loathing, and bigotry slaughter transsexuals. With treatment and support, come survival and a successful life. The success rate for the treatment of transsexuals is among the highest in medicine.

    Tran sexuality occurs roughly equally in both physical males and physical females, and is caused by factors (such as a critically timed hormonal release caused by stress in the mother, or by the presence of hormone mimicking chemicals present during critical development) which interfere with fetal development. Tran sexuality occurs independently of sexual orientation, and occurs in humans and in other animals, such as apes, monkeys, dogs, cats, rats, and mice, among those studied.

    The standard treatment for a diagnosis of Tran sexuality is to reassign the transsexual to a physical sex congruent with their gender identity, a process involving the administration of

    appropriate hormones and surgery. The success of this treatment is exceedingly high, and many transsexuals go on to live successful lives.

    Although Tran sexuality is not the same thing as homosexuality, the two can sometimes occur in conjunction with each other, and there is evidence that both are created by the similar mechanisms, in uterus.

    Tran sexuality differs greatly from the commonly - and erroneously - associated terms "Cross-dressing" or "Transvestism", as well as "Transgenderism".

    Whereas Tran sexuality is concerned primarily with gender identity and the correction of physical form to fit that identity, transvestism is primarily a sexual fetish that occurs after puberty, and the transvestite has no desperation to redress a physical incongruity. The transvestite gains satisfaction from appearing as the opposite sex only, and the behavior is apparently not rooted in a biological, per-natal basis, but is learned. Transvestism, unlike Tran sexuality, primarily is the activity of males.
    A recent term in usage is "Transgenderism", essentially an empty word conjured up as a neutral label for any individual not conforming to common social rules of gender expression. The term was created to help unite very disparate individuals under a vague commonality of interest in gender, in order to provide a basis for mutual benefit and support within an often violently antagonistic society.


    Transgender-ism can refer to those who cross-dress, those who are inter sexed, those who live in the opposite societal role of their physical sex, and those who play with gender expression for any purpose whatsoever, and transsexuals as well. While there is potentially great survival benefit in this mutual association labeled as 'transgender-ism', the primary function is social and political, and not clinical, despite the efforts of some to legitimize this essentially meaningless term.
    The exact number of transsexuals in any given population will probably never be accurately known (the best current estimate is one per 30,000). Because Tran sexuality is most commonly caused by stress-related hormonal changes in the womb, the number of transsexuals in any society would logically flux, based on the current state of affairs within a generation. There is evidence that more transsexuals are born during times during or following war, for instance. Even so, the condition is fairly rare.

    Several interesting physical and mental indications have been statistically shown to occur in relation to Tran sexuality. One factor is intelligence, the transsexual is on average two standard deviations in intellect greater than the base population, and one standard deviation higher than those defined as homosexual. This probability of high intelligence is currently not explained, though there are suggestions that it may be the result of the unique and somewhat mixed brain 'wiring' of the transsexual, who may benefit from a combination of male and female structures or functions.


    Another curious correlation is creativity, transsexuals tend to possess a high degree of artistic and general creative ability.

    Transsexuals commonly show some physical indications of their condition that may cause trouble for them from parents or peers.

    The male-to-female transsexual may be slow to develop male sex characteristics such as body hair, voice change, and overall physical development compared to the general population. The Female-to-Male Transsexual may display evidence of Masculinity of bone structure, hair, or voice. These traits are generally very subtle, but often present.

    There is tremendous social bigotry -and often outright violence- expressed towards the transsexual, and this often makes the life of the transsexual very difficult. Some transsexuals who have completely successful in transition to the appropriate sex therefore choose varying degrees of secrecy about their state and history. Other transsexuals never succeed in transforming physically to the point of being undetectable as transsexuals, and tend to suffer accordingly.

    Transsexuals suffer many hurdles to achieve their required correction of the error of their birth. They must face society, the medical establishment, the common loss of all family and friends, the cost of treatment, the extreme difficulty of the required 'half-way' phase of transition which may last up to two years, and the inner turmoil of self-doubt and conditioned self loathing of their condition. It has been
    estimated (in 1981) that about 50% do not survive the malady, ending up dead by the age of 30, usually by their own hand. Almost all of this morbidity is attributed to the additional burden caused by the violent unacceptability of society, the rejection of family and friends, and the inability to find decent care.

    The drive that motivates the transsexual is essentially a matter of life and
    death.

    IN A NUTSHELL: Transsexuals suffer because they are trapped in a body of the wrong sex. This hurts so much that they are driven to fix that problem, or die trying. Tran sexuality begins in the womb and occurs in many animals besides man. Tran sexuality and homosexuality seem to share a common prenatal causality, but is not the same thing. Tran sexuality is sometimes associated with things it is not really related to, such as cross dressing, for social or political reasons.

    The Natural History Of Tran sexuality:

    Since Tran sexuality is caused by hormonal alteration of the nervous system of developing fetuses, and occurs in perhaps all mammalian species, it would be reasonable to infer that it has been around for a very long time. Indeed, since birth defects in general are just part of nature, it would be unthinkable to imagine an era of Man devoid of transsexuals. We have always been, and from time to time, history has recorded that fact. [8]

    The only clues we have of Paleolithic transsexuals would be by considering the societies of aboriginal peoples still living with Stone Age technologies. The few left remaining on the earth, in the rain forests of South America, or the remaining unspoiled lands of Africa, all have reverential positions for the transsexuals that are born to them. In such societies, Transsexuals are considered magical, kin to the gods or spirits, and possessed of shamanism powers.

    Every society in history has had some name, role or way of relating to the transsexual, from ancient Canaan and Turkey to India, even to the present day.
    Examples abound. For instance, in ancient Rome existed the 'Gallae', Phrygian worshipers of the Goddess Cybele. Once decided on their choice of gender and religion, physically male Galleria ran through the streets and threw their own severed genitalia into open doorways, as a ritualistic act.

    The household receiving these remains considered them a great blessing. In return, the household would nurse the Galleria back to health. The Galleria then ceremoniously received female clothes, and assumed a female identity. Commonly, they would be dressed as brides, or in other splendid clothing.



    In India, ritual practices for transsexual individuals continue to the present day. Called Hegira, these sects also worship a Goddess, and undergo a primitive sort of sex reassignment surgery. The Hegira are treated in a rather hypocritical fashion within Indian society however, in that they are both

    despised and revered at the same time. Hijras often are paid to attend a bless weddings, and to act as spiritual and social advisers, but are also shunned as less than worthy eunuchs. Yet in other circumstances, such as social situations, they are accorded the status of true females.

    The Dine, or Navajos of the southwest United States, recognizes three sexes instead of only two. For the Dine, there are Males, Females, and Nadles, which are considered somewhat both and neither. While those born inter sexed or hermaphroditic are automatically considered Nadle, physically 'normal' individuals may define as Hegira based on their own self-definition of gender identity. The Hegira once possessed far greater respect before the Navaho were conquered and their culture all but obliterated by the forced assumption of Catholicism.


    Among the Sioux, the Winkte and Berdache served much the same function, and individuals could assume the complete role of their preferred gender. Physical females lived as male warriors, and had wives, while physical males lived their lives completely as women and were sometimes wives of the female warriors. In Sioux society no special magic was associated with this, it was just considered a way of correcting a mistake of nature. Winkte would also perform primitive reassignment operations of a sort, and history records the process used by physical males: riding for days on a special hard saddle to crush the testicles and thus effectively castrate the individual. In some American Indian cultures Berdache were raised to be Shaman and thought of as being sent from the spirits. Some tribes shunned them and they were either cast off to fend for them selves or sold as slaves to other tribes.


    Being transsexual in ancient cultures took a special form of courage too, even if society may have been embracing of the Tran sexed!



    Whether it is the Sererr of the Pokots of Kenya, the Xaniths of Islamic Oman, the Mahu of Tahiti, or even the Sekrata of Madagascar, the story is essentially the same: Tran sexuality was a fact of life, and a place in society was made for the gender Dyspepsia to be themselves.



    The modern classification of Tran sexuality and the medical intervention of sex reassignment was first attempted in Germany in 1930. Einar Wagener sought treatment and was operated upon. After-wards, she lived as Lily Elbe, but alas not for long...the surgery had tragic complications. The first well known, surviving post operative transsexual was American ex-G.I. George Jorgensen, who became Christine Jorgensen in 1953. Christine became the center of a whirlwind of publicity despite an effort to avoid it, and had little choice but to capitalize on the misfortune. Christine became the first 'Media Transsexual' - or as some transsexuals put it 'Transie Martyr' , and suffered both the benefit and curse of fame. Christine starred in several Hollywood movies as a result, and became celebrity enough to bring transsexualism out of the closet and into view of post-industrial society.

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    For decades only the rare individual physician dared treat the

    transsexual, while the mainstream medical community considered Tran sexuality to be a mere mental disorder without a biological basis. The first professional to truly try to help transsexuals with compassion and scientific study was Dr. Harry Benjamin. Dr. Benjamin carefully treated and studied the cases of transsexuals, essentially devoting most of his career to the project. The results of his carefully documented studies were published in 1966 in his book "The Transsexual Phenomenon". This work led directly to the benefits that we modern transsexuals enjoy, for it opened the door to serious study of the condition. Currently, the worldwide Harry Benjamin International Gender Dyspepsia Association continues his work, and helps to set standards of care for the treatment of transsexuals by the medical establishment.

    Recent study of brain functioning has shed important light on the causes of Tran sexuality, and surgical techniques as well as overall treatment continue to improve. Society is slowly becoming accepting once again of the inevitable transsexual in it's midst, and it may well be that the future will hold even greater help for the transsexuals born into future ages. I broughtC

    C

    Copy write Oct 1982

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    Copy write Oct 1982
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  3. Oweena added a comment on a blog entry: Being told who to be   

    Hello. My name is Dr. Oweena Scott PHD. and I am a Clinical Psychologist. I offer my services to any one transgendered who is in need of help on line FREE OF CHARGE. My e-mail address is Dr_Oweena_Scott@therapist.net. I am also trans gendered so I am familiar with the needs that you face.
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  4. Oweena added a blog entry in Life Can Be Hell   

    Life can be hell
    Life Can Be Hell
    By
    Dr, Oweena Scott PHD
    Trans gendered

    Hello
    If you knew Suzy like I knew Suzy, Oh, Oh what a gal.

    Are you sure you can handle the blood and guts of my growing up? It's not a pretty story.

    History has been made since I was born. The Great Depression was in full bloom that December morning of 1932 when I had my first experience of being inside of my mother's pussy on the way out. I can't remember for sure if I kissed it as I left it but it did give her some relief to know that I had all my fingers and toes. (For this reason only I can truthfully say that all children have preformed an incestuous act. They are born.)

    I was probably two or three when I first started to notice my surroundings although I wasn't aware of the happenings or their reasons. Being a little child these things if they happen all the time then we accept them as being normal.

    About this time in my life I was having my own problems with my being. I couldn't under stand why every one thought I was a boy. In my mind I was a girl. I wasn't built down there like a girl and I couldn't understand that either. I fought all the time to wear my sisters clothes and finally my family relented and let me be the girl I though I was and from then on I was a happy child.

    As I was schooled in a one room school and the teacher was OK with my being trans-gendered (The term trans-gendered hadn't been coined yet and we were called Transvestites or some derogatory term designed to show destine) posed no problem as everyone was used to me in a dress. But that was about to stop as I met up with society.

    A man wearing a dress in most states was against the law and in some of them carried a prison term to as much as 20 years. Or they were thought of as being mentally unbalanced put away on some funny farm and forgot about, which turned out to be my destiny.

    In our neighborhood was a local politician who upon occasion would have his way with young girls. How he managed to keep out of jail is a mystery that I have yet to solve. All of the girls in my family had been warned about this man, me included.

    On a particular occasion I was sent to a local store to get some food items that my mother needed. Mom told me to put on a pair of pants and a shirt before I left. I hated boy clothes so I didn't change and took of to the store. It was a hot muggy day and the bag of groceries was heavy and I was tired. You guessed it! Who should be driving down the road but this Creep. Of course he sees a little girl that he can have his way with. All he has to do is get her into his car. He offered me a ride home and dumb ass me I accepted.

    About a half mile down the road was an old logging road. He started to slow down to turn onto the road. That's when I started to get scared especially when I discovered that there was no door handle to aid me in my escape. He drove several miles on this road before he stopped. “Now little lady you and I are going to have some fun.” And he proceeded to undress and I tried to run. He was a big man and way stronger than me and quick as I didn't get more than a couple of feet before he grabbed me.

    He opened the back door and pushed me onto the seat pushing my legs into the air and ripped my panties off. That is when he discovered I wasn't a girl. HE BLEW HIS COOL!!! And started beating on me. I don't know how long he beat me as I passed out. When I came too the sun had gone down and I some how got up and started for home. To my advantage there was a full moon and I was able to see where I was going. What seemed like an eternity, I managed to walk a couple of miles when I spotted some head lights. My father had been out half the night searching for me.

    The politician was arrested for assault and some how pulled some strings and was back on the street. The next thing I know I am up in front a judge and being ordered to get a psychiatrist exam. My mother's mistake was taking me to a local psychiatrist. Of course he had to be in cahoots with the politician and he recommended I he sent to Fort Steliacom State Hospital.

    I arrive at the hospital with only my girl's clothes. Where to put me? They can't put me in with the female population as my life expectancy would be next to nothing. They didn't have a place for people like me for at the time hardly anything was known about mental disorders. So I was thrown into the male population.

    I am thirteen years old, I'm scared, I don't know what's going to happen to me and all I could do was cry. They kept me about a week in an observation cell before putting me in with the main population. That's where my world as I knew it went to shit. I was taken to what they called the day room and told to stay there until I was called.

    “What the hell we got here? They put a little girl in with us! I get Dibs on getting to fuck her first.” For the next few days I hung around the orderly and nurse's station. It was the only place where I had any protection. A person has to go to the restroom sometime and they couldn't spare an orderly every time I needed to pee. I was given a room that they locked up at night probably for my safety but in the daytime it was down a hallway that the nurse's station had no clear view.

    One morning after breakfast, I needed something from my room. I couldn't get an orderly to go with me so I thew caution to the wind and went anyway. My back was to the doorway and all at once arms pinned me and I was bent over my bed. My panties were ripped off and arms held me where I had limited movement. I screamed for help but none came. (Why should they? Someone was always screaming for some reason or other.) Next I was being penetrated and the pain was almost more than I could bare. The guy had his way with me and was replaced by another and then another. This went on until the dinner bell was wrung. I managed to get to the nurse's station and told them what happened. They patched me up and left me to my own devices.

    Nothing was done to the men who raped me. I was told not to hang around the nurse's station anymore. I couldn't avoid those guys as they laid in wait for me and the raping continued almost on a daily basis. Over time it no longer hurt and I was getting to enjoy the penetration and began looking for guys to have their way with me.

    After being on the ward for almost a year, I became the ward slut. It was useless to try to wear any panties as they would be taken off of me before lunch time.

    Another cross-gendered person was on the ward for awhile and we being of kindred spirits took up a friendship of sorts. After a couple of months she left the hospital. Before she left she told me if I ever got out to contact her and gave me her phone number.

    My father came to some hard times and no longer could afford to pay for my keep. I had a miraculous recovery. I was told to pack my bags and be ready to leave in an hour. I was escorted off the grounds and told to leave. I was pointed towards town. I hadn't walked more that a couple of blocks before it started to rain (It rains a lot in Washington State.) I was cold, I was hungry, I was wet and basically lost. I saw a service station and made for it. For some reason I had saved Roxanne's phone number. I was standing under the awning trying to be out of the rain.

    The attendant came out and wanted to know what I was doing. “Need to use the telephone to call my friend but I don't have a nickel” He gave me a nickel and pointed me to the phone. I was in luck Roxanne was home and only lived a few blocks away.

    After a hot bath and dry clothes and food I started to feel human again.

    The next day Roxanne asked me if I had any plans and I told her I needed to find some kind of work but I didn't think anyone would hire me because I would be sixteen for another ten months. “How would you feel about being a prostitute? You already know how to please a man from your experience in the hospital. You could make a lot of money.”
    “But I'm not a girl.”

    “Neither am I silly, the guys I deal with don't want women, they would love you because you are young. I'm lucky to score twenty five bucks a trick but you could get a hundred or more. I know you could do eight to ten tricks a night. What do you say?”

    It didn't take me long to make up my mind! At lease now I had a way to make money.

    I called home and told my parents that I was going to stay in Tacoma for awhile. Mom asked me what I was going to do and I told her the truth that I was going to try being a prostitute for awhile. “IF YOU DO, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING HOME!!!” And she hung up the phone.

    I did quite well as a prostitute. Within weeks I had a steady clientele and becoming a first class call girl. I was making more money in a week than my father could make all year.

    After I turned sixteen I decided to go home for a visit. I drove up our driveway in a brand new Chrysler Imperial. My Dad met me at the door with a double barreled shot gun. “If you are going to shoot me do it now because you will never get a better chance.” Why I did what I did next surprised me and my father. I snatched the gun out of his hand. It went off and blew a hole in the porch roof.

    I told my parents that I was going to stay for awhile until I figured out what I was going to do. Not much they could do to stop me as I was still under age.

    I found a little house for sale in town and I bought it and moved into town. I got a job as a cashier at a Woolworth Five & Dime store and settled down to a subdued way of life. Then one day who do you think showed up at my checkout? You guessed it, our friend the creep. I thought he was going to recognize me but a couple of years had passed and I had changed some. I was still a young girl and he immediately tried to put the make on me. DON'T TELL ME THAT REVENGE ISN'T SWEET as I came up with an idea that would save any future young girls from this creep.

    He asked me out and I told him I already had a boyfriend. For the next few weeks I strung him along. He came into the shop sometimes two or three times a day.

    I found a leather worker to make me some restraints similar to the ones that they had at the State Hospital. I got a hold of Roxanne and had her get me some knock out drops. Now I was ready.

    The next time the creep showed up in my check out counter and asked me out I said yes. I told him that I would meet him at the Shelton Hotel on Saturday and gave him the room number.

    He showed up on time and I handed him a drink laced with knock out drops. I only wanted him to be out a short while so I only used enough to put him out long enough for me to prepare him for what he was going to receive.

    He passed out on the bed and I undressed him, put a plastic sheet under him to catch the blood that he was going to lose. Cuffed his hands and feet to the bed posted and waited for him to wake up.

    “"Remember the little girl/boy you almost beat to death and latter had shanghaied into The State Hospital? Well I am that girl/boy and what you are about to receive is my revenge."

    I had a blow torch heating up a soldering iron until it was sherry red. It was a good thing I made sure he was properly gagged as the scream he made as I touched his gonads to the hot soldering iron could have been heard in the next county. I left his gonads cook for several seconds as I wanted to make sure he could never fuck another young girl.

    While he was passed out, I cleaned up the room and left.
    It wasn't long after that, his wife left him, his political career was ruined and he jumped off a cliff into the Puget Sound.

    I went on with my life.

    As I was young and passed well as a young woman, I really didn't have any trouble with the law. I came and went pretty much as I pleased.

    I still was having a problem relating to my problem. I talked to several psychiatrists about my problem with no results. I thought. “If I can't find anyone to help me then I will have to learn to help my self.” That's when I decided to go to college to become a clinical psychologist.

    With a fresh GED in hand, I took the college exam and almost didn't pass. Southern Missouri University must have needed to fill some seats as I was accepted, and for the next eight years I somehow managed to keep a passing grade average. Even in the 70's it cost an arm and a leg to attend a college, so I reverted to my experience as prostitute to pay my way. (“ A person has to do what a person has to do. At the time I may have had other options but a dollar an hour doesn't pay for college and I needed the education. I am not proud of what I thought I had to do to achieve my goal. I am proud of the results.”)

    My professors were no help. When ever I asked them for input about my problem it was like I had called them a bad name. So I left college with a fresh diploma and PHD in hand and knowing no more than I did eight years ago.

    I read that Houston,Texas was looking for a psychologist in their county health department and I applied for the position and was accepted so I moved to Houston.

    YOU DON'T WANT TO WORK AS A PSYCHOLOGIST. All your patients want you to solve their problems or give them feel good medicine. They seemed to not understand that I couldn't solve their problems but could only help them learn to learn to deal with theirs. It didn't take me long to figure out that I chose the wrong carrier. So after three years I quit and went back into the trades as a tool sharpener. And it paid better

    I am pretty much retired. I do sometimes lecture on the subject that I am most familiar with at local colleges.

    For those who read this, I ask you to walk a mile in my shoes before you criticize me for the actions I took to survive.
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