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Over the years, I began to sink rapidly or was stuck in an increasingly large and deep transgender rabbit hole.
Sadly, I did not have the information I needed at a young age to help me to understand I was much more than a boy who preferred to dress in girls’ clothing. I just knew I was not satisfied with cross dressing in front of the mirror on the rare moments I was alone. I always had problems with what I called the gender roller coaster, or I was up when I cross dressed for a couple days before I crashed to the depths of depression and daydreamed my life away thinking of the next visit, I would have in front of the hallway mirror.
Only one of my thoughts was for certain, I was falling down a gender rabbit hole which I could never return from. For many years, I thought I would possibly grow out of my gender issues, and they could possibly be a phase. Of course, wanting to be feminine in all aspects of my life, was never just a phase and just grew stronger as I aged.
It turned out, the older I became, the fonder I became of my rabbit hole and wanted to stay there. When I did go out, I was like a real rabbit, cautiously surveying the world for predators. It was not until I began to arrive at a financial point when I started to build confidence in my cross-dressed presentation, did I begin to enjoy my trips out of the hole and into the world.
