Another 5 weeks always the same this time of year

It happens every year like clockwork — the long school holidays roll in, and suddenly, Davina opportunity vanishes.

Not by choice. Not because the need fades.

If anything, the need to dress, to express, to decompress builds up even more taking time off over the summer with the kids.. No one covers my job when I'm off things pike up deadlines are hard to hit stress rises and the cross dressing valve isn't available.

Ant space at home to do so disappears entirely.

When you’re a crossdresser with children, especially if your kids don’t know about your femme side, the summer holidays can be the hardest time of year.

The house that might normally offer the occasional quiet moment to slip into a dress, do your makeup, or just be that part of yourself becomes a constant hive of activity or inactivity as the case may be when the kids don't go out with friends just lounge about wasting their freedom.. When I was their age I was always out with friends playing one sport or another down the park the whole 6 weeks..

There's always someone around.

The door never seems to stay closed for long working from home several times per day the door opens with a Dad this and Dad that.. Never Dad do you want a cup of tea or coffee.. Nor Dad I've done the housework so you and Mum don't have to after working all day.

So what’s left?

Honestly, not much.

Some t-girls I know dress when they’re away with work — sneaking in a few hours alone in a hotel room, suitcase packed with outfits and heels instead of just suits and shirts.

Others go further and book a room just for the day or overnight, not to stay anywhere glamorous, but simply to cross dress for a few stolen hours. It’s not ideal.

It’s expensive.

And it’s often done in secret, tucked away from the world.

But when home isn’t an option — when your kids are off school and you’re trying to balance being Dad with being your escaped self — it can feel like there’s no other way.

This time of year, I feel that familiar ache.

Not because I don’t love my family — But because part of me is quietly locked away, waiting for September.

There are days when I see a woman dressed up in a summer dress or heels and feel that pang. I want to wear that. And yet, the closest I might get is wearing a hint of perfume under my shirt or a pair of knickers under my shorts.

It’s like breathing through a straw — it keeps you going, but it’s not enough.

And I know I’m not alone.

There must be so many t-girls out there in the same position right now — wives and partners off work, kids needing attention, holidays to plan, day trips to organise — with no time, no space, and no opportunity to cross dress and escape.

If that’s you, know this: you're not the only one hiding in plain sight this summer.

You’re not weak for feeling the need.

You’re not selfish for missing your femme side.

You’re not alone in finding this hard.

And when the moment finally comes again — when the house is quiet, or you’ve booked that hotel room, or found a sliver of time away with work — Davina (or whoever you are) will still be there, waiting.

Ready to breathe, ready to shine, ready to be. Ready to give that escape and stress relief..

Until then, we carry on.

We love our families.

We do our best.

Davina