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Today is St. Distaff's Day. Compitalia, celebrating the household Gods. Today we honor Frigg and her followers, the "Freefolk". "Partly work, and partly play Ye must on Saint Distaff's Dayu" the old adage goes. It is also time for me to "shield in place". I need to take a break from the constant ups and downs regarding "my" dysphoria. My affliction. Tired of facing inward and trying to fix something that in the scope of my life? A lot less of an "issue" than it needs to be, considering. What? Well, let's throw out some things shall we? I have recieved some excellent "counseling" from someone who says my dysphoria is NOT my biggest concern. OK. Good to know. My counselor is a pretty decent person. Specializies in helping people who's professional lives expose them to some very traumatic stuff. I was amazed at how good this person was at getting me to talk. Good to find someone I can be comfortable with. A person that is familiar with the "problems" people who work in compartmented "projects" all they're lives can develop. I thought I was lossing it to Paranoid schizophrenia! The counselor just laughed at me and said "No, that's called self preservation. Johnathan Pollard actually existed. That actually happened. Your pretty much screwed for the rest of your life, just stay frosty and relax". Showed me this picture and said if you can balance these? Your mental health issues will be skosh. When I broached "dysphoria"? Push me over with a feather, the counselor replied "You'd be astounded to know just how many people I deal with could use a little clarity on THAT subject". Love them Doc's that don't beat around the bush! How is your 2017 going to go? I have a good idea of how mine is going to go. Lots and lots of time in medical facilities. Lots of appointments. Lots of testing. I am VERY HAPPY about that. This flurry of medical activity surrounds my Soulmate and not me. She is FINALLY going to get the medical assistance and screening that she deserves. She is. not me. I am working on my "blackouts" and my manic depression issues, but for now, I am good. I have a mea culpa. I have NOT been a good spouse for a while. My prediliction with my tripartite self. I have been selfish. So, there you go. "Ronnie" is a steady state for me. 50/50. MODLOC. I have a lot of "new" things to deal with. I can NEVER drive a car on public roads EVER again, unless it is the most dire of emergencies. I can't get on an airliner. I wouldn't be able to fly a plane. I'm not even supposed to operate power tools without supervision anymore! But that doesn't mean I have to stop living or caring about the awesome folks I've met here. I was going to leave this site and then I thought, why? It can help me. Hopefully, I can be of help to someone else. I have 41 and in a less than a month, 42 Y E A R S invested in the person that I DO love most. Violet pretty much is my Universe and she deserves better from me. Sure, some will say that I may be "disengenious" with regard to the "community". That I am not being "true" to myself. Really? I exist in a different "plane" than most people. The person who is my betrothed is also a Petty Officer in the US NAVY, like I am. She saved my life. That's what she does. She can make a towering Marine break out in a sweat by snapping a rubber band, holding a syringe and saying "Need to draw some labs". The only things that can make the USMC hesitate? Godzilla and Hospital Corpsman. Oops, my bad. Hospital Corpsman THEN Godzilla. Got to preserve the natural order of things as the Creator has made them. Nope, for me? This fight isn't about a community. It's about my sanity and I am the ONLY one that can fight it and that means being in it to win it. I may never be "complete", but I promise, I will try NOT to be boring. But I'm not that salty so having a wingman? PRICELESS. I know she always has my back. BRAVO ZULU Doc! So for this new blog, I chose "Scutum" because I need a shield right now. Something that will insulate me from the Demon I have just gotten to go back to sleep. Scutum is called "Sobieski's Shield" in some places in Europe. Jan III Sobieski was a bad ass. Your writings here and how you look at the World and what you are doing to cope and just the minutiae of our everyday existence can be the exact thing I need to stabilize when I start to get wiggy! 2 anchors are better than one. I have Violet and I have you all. I am blessed. Monsters from the id. They're real.

So..had those amazing flourless chocolate cakes before. They are awesome, I love them. Something that awesome had to be complicated...but...you can make a version with three ingredients and it's awesome. Basically it's like a really chocolately dense souffle, made from eggs, chocolate and butter. That blows my mind. I have a tendency to overcomplicate a lot of things, and simple things blow me away. Now if you'll excuse me, I require some chocolate chips to make a cake apparently.

Although professionals and others, after reviewing my history and story, have assured me that I am transgender that's been a hard pill to swallow at times. I always come way wondering if I might have consciously or unconsciously told them only what I wanted them to know or in a way that manipulates their judgement. And even if I accept that I've been as transparent as I can be I have then questioned their authority to make the determination. This has all been so exhausting, like running the wheel in a hamster cage. But I think I'm coming to an acceptance that I am what I am, and I am transgender. I hope this blog post will provide an example that might help others struggling with this question. So here's what I did: a couple of months ago I started compiling a history of memories and trans feelings/experiences that I grouped into categories by age and school (for when I was younger). Not all of my memories came to me at once so I added as I thought of more of them. It helped to write them down because it's so hard to keep all those details in mind. That process helped a lot but it wasn't complete. A few days ago I added a one or two sentence summary of that time period that kind of distills what came up for me during that time period. Wow. It is what it is and at this point I think it's undeniable. Here's the whole thing as of today: Emma’s TG History <6 years: preschool and kindergarten Where I discovered my shame about wanting to be girly and do girly things, and the powerful need to keep it strictly hidden from others. But as an only child where did that shame come from? I assume I learned it from my mother, before I have memories, when I rebelled against her making me be a boy. Wore out my baby blanket’s satin edging; I loved the feel of it.Twirling like a ballerina at another child’s birthday party; ashamed and stopped before “being caught.”Wanted to learn to curtsey with the girls in preschoolPlaying with the girls in the kindergarten kitchenettes; afraid of the boys play and what they would thinkPlaying with neighbor friend (who much later came out as gay): making up stories with little characters6-12 years: grade school Like a sponge I soaked up knowledge about girls and women, contemplated what it would be like, and fostered fantasies. I spent hours surreptitiously investigating in magazines, newspapers, television, and catalogs. Wanted to be a Blue Bird in 1st gradeWished I could be a mermaidWanted stirrup pants like the girls: how would they feel to wear?Rolled up in my Nana’s satin comforter; shamed by her to stop. Playground: with the girls playing hopscotch, gymnastics on barsUnexpressed wishing mother would buy leotard and tights for meBedtime fantasies of being dressed as a girl, transported away into space. Or, dressed in a harem girl’s costume, living in an I Dream of Jeanie bottle, with Jeanie.Fixated on catalog with sleeping bra, wanting one, trying to figure out how to order and receive it secretly.TV: That Girl, Girl from UNCLE, Flying Nun, The Avengers, I Dream of Jeanie, BewitchedFavorite movies: Patty Duke, The Sound of Music, Three Lives of ThomasinaWanted to be able to cry and wear a ring like a girl at school13-18 years: junior and high school Covert actions taken to experience clothing, the good feelings that emerged were undeniable. "Subtly" trying to encourage mother to buy a tutu for meHand-sewing camisole and romper out of rags while parents at AA meetingsTrying on girdles from Goodwill bagCutting panties from discarded pantyhose to wear under clothing or to bedBought black long-sleeved leotard at dance clothing store; returned a year later to buy black tights. I had to wait or risk their remembering me.Wearing mother’s swimming suit when parents were out for the eveningLake Berryessa: bought pantyhose to wear and hang out in, on weekend alone. It felt marvelous but lonely.Wanted to crossdress with girlfriend; she was okay with it but I was too cautiousStole girl's skirt, top, and slip from restaurant restroom Continually looking for discarded/lost girl’s clothing Found yellow girly panties on lawnFound multicolored panties in HS parking lot18-24 years: college More clothing and my first-time experience going out dressed. But otherwise a low point in my TG world as I tried to be what I was supposed to be. Stole blue leotard from clothes wash room in dormHalloween: dressed as coed (skirt, girls sweater) for party, loving it and yet feeling so alone, afraid to show that I loved it too much and that I’d be found out.Twenties More clothing and dressing. Found navy blue dance panties in parking lotBought leotard and tights at dance storeBought leotard at flea marketHalloween (1981): on the Castro as a nurse. What a great time I had, just being me if only for a few hours.Halloween (1982): on the Castro as a bride. Not quite as much fun but a good time nonetheless.Wearing leotard/panties during sexThirties Explorations, confronting fears by buying clothing. Wearing panties and nightgown during sexVisited TV/TS bar in Munich: a long walk from my hotel but I left shortly after arrival; too scared.Foxy Lady Boutique – SF: dress and lingerieLingerie boutique - Mountain View: corset and stockingsForties Exploring what it means, terrified to come out and be accepted. Once again, full withdrawal. Accumulating very small wardrobeKOA Santa Cruz: much research, writing, desperate for acceptance and understanding. Drove to LA to crossdressing clothing store; bought a dress, lingerie.Delivered overly comprehensive report to my wife that I hoped she would see it all as no big deal. Just the opposite, she was devastated.Serious suicide considerationsCarla's Boutique: bought dress, bra, otherFifties Discovering the new transgender vocabulary, that being trans is inborn, not a choice. Wondering how far on the spectrum I will need to travel. Finally: full disclosure with therapist, wife, and gender therapist. Bringing leotard and tights on business tripsIt all emerges again: much more explorationConfrontations with my wifeSerious suicide attempts, much considerationClothing bought on Amazon, REI, Carla’s, dance store…Gender therapist’s confirmationAttended TG/TS group meetings at Carla's and with gender therapistParticipation in on-line support groups TGGuide and CrossdreamLifeWearing dresses and skirts in private at home; nightgown to bedSixties With disclosures, my shame is about gone. Still hard to accept this reality at times. What will I do if my marriage collapses and I’m on my own? Realization that I'd always wanted to be small and treasured: does that mean female, or perhaps loved by my mother? I think it's the former but it's probably both.Wearing dresses and skirts in private at home; nightgown to bedComing out to family and friends: all going relatively wellIncreasingly accepting that I do not see a need to socially or surgically transitionAttended TDoV, TDoR in San Francisco; surprised I don’t feel much of a bond with these people.Dara Hoffman-Fox’s book and workbook: worked through the exercises, provided her with edits for her next edition.