I have been going back to 2013 and examining my old posts here in Cyrsti's Condo from the period.
The theme which seems to come through loud and clear, is 2013 was the time I was living an estimated two to three days a week as a cross dresser and thinking seriously of going 24/7. Of course the ramifications were huge.
Back in those days, I had three friends who ended up supporting me and they indirectly pushed me along. I did feel as if I was sliding down a slippery gender slope to a transgender life.
The difference to me from crossing the frontier from cross dresser to transgender woman was simply one of acceptance.
At the time, comments to the blog hinted I was no more than a full time cross dresser, since I had not always considered I was trans. It is a good argument, except when you consider I was easily into my 40's when the transgender term/life was even being explored for the first time. Also I need to point out I was running as fast as I could from the concept in my high heeled shoes.
Leaving my safe male background and all it represented was indeed a scary proposition.
The turning point? No matter how far or fast I was slipping down the slope towards the point of no return, the more natural I felt.
As it turned out, the fear of the fall was far worse than the landing. Little did I know I was headed towards a happiness I felt I would never know.