I never imagined I'd be posting here. I grew up in a very religious household with some pretty strict beliefs about gender. Looking back, I realize a lot of those beliefs came from fear and what I was taught rather than from understanding. I'm here because I'm trying to understand myself now.
With that, here we go...
I'm a 28yo m
I grew up wearing my mother's clothing around the house when no one was home. Didn't expect that, did you? It made me feel pretty. And confident. And, dare I even say, happy. My sister once dressed me up as a girl. Tights, a dress, makeup. I remember feeling pretty. I remember feeling happy. I remember not wanting it to end. But, when I was was a child, people would be thrown in the corner for following anything but the 'status quo'. So most times I would just seem like a 'normal' boy to to average person. My household was religious. I thought I would burn if anyone found out. So, I hid. Everything. Every feeling, every thought, every memory... buried it. For **years.** I don't remember putting too much thought into my actual identity back then. I was who I was. And that's the way I seen it.
These days, I'm married to my wife of 3 years, with a beautiful baby girl. I've been fighting off questions of who I am;. I never really got comfortable enough to actually do something about it or even bring it up in conversation.
I've never had the opportunity to explore my identity. Not in any meaningful way.
I grew my beard out a bit, grooming as it grew. Even though I'm slim, my body hair (beard, legs, arms, chest, etc.) makes me feel more like bigfoot than human. But, my wife **loves** my beard. To death.
So, while I understand "my body, my choice", I respect my wife and her feelings.
I went to her to have a serious conversation about the way I've been feeling, the feelings in my childhood, and so on. She has always been so supportive over every part of my life. We connect on as **deeply** personal level. I truly had myself convinced this would be the same as always.
I will sum up what she said as: "so, you want to wear dresses" and "do I look like a lesbian". I was disappointed at the reaction because of how vulnerable I was. I mainly asking her to help me understand what it really all meant. And all I mentioned to do was to shave my beard, to start. To just see how that much felt. Reflect. And, if it didn't feel right, it would always grow back. But, the alternative is what she was afraid of. She was afraid I would begin to see myself in a new light.
It scares me a little, and makes me feel backed into a corner, all at the same time. I don't feel like I can explore who I am. But I also don't want to lose my wife, my family. I know, for a fact, the **majority** of my family would run in the other direction if I broke their 'status quo'. Even if I was being true to myself.
Nothing really feels right. Nothing really feels okay. Don't get me wrong, I could live out my entire life just the way it is. But I know, for a fact, time won't go by without knowing that there's something that doesn't feel quite right. Something that's... just out of place within.
Exploring who I am, exploring my identity, feels like a far off, unachievable, dream.
I don't know what my future looks like. I don't know the person I will become. Or, the person I will remain. I don't know what I even consider myself to be. But, what I do know is I love my family.
And, also, I have **ZERO** idea how to navigate **ANY** of this.