Over the years I have thought about my transgender transition as climbing a hill. then sliding down. Recently though, I have began to consider it as more of a trip up a gender stairwell.
My first steps could have been the hardest. I had to live through the unmistakable urge to try on any or all of my Mom’s clothes I could squeeze into. This step produced many feelings including confusion, fear and elation. This step was destined to last many years as I desperately tried to understand ad hide my inner feelings’