Tuesday afternoon in New Diary

  • Dec. 8, 2015, 5:58 p.m.
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I had a good session with my worker today. She did a lot of talking. She was telling me about how she was married for fourteen years. She has four sons She also told me about being a lesbian and she has a girlfriend. I told her a few things about myself namely how I used to wear women’s clothes. We talked about that and how people have a tendency to judge us and condemn Said I have nothing against gay people and I don’t . She seems like a nice girl and I like her She doe aa good job in keeping my apartment clean and fixes breakfast. II like her .

I had a therapy appointment today. I cancelled it. Arthritis pain has subsided. it worked itself out. But I just didn’t feel like getting dressed and going out today. Didn’t feel all that great for some reason. Feel kind of tired and listless.

Chocolatechip is not feeling all that great either. She complained of having headaches and said her head was full of pins and needles. We are guessing that it was from the cortisone shot. She came up for a little bit after my worker left. We were talking. I was telling her about what my worker was telling me. I don’t care if she is gay or straight. What she was telling me was very personal and I felt a bit uncomfortable in hearing it. After all I didn’t know her that well and thought it sort of exceeded professional bounds Also I feel that I was a bit out of line in telling her about my past.

I guess the cat is out of the bag about me being a former crossdresser. I am thinking I will be getting some nasty notes on my entries. I will probably lose a few readers not that too many people read my journal in the first place. I have a couple people who leave me notes from time to time and I like hearing from them . If they want to drop me because of that then that is their business. God bless them.

Yes I used to be a crossdresser. I was very open about it. I took a lot of crap from people. That is the main reason why my family doesn’t want anything to do with me

Life is good


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