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Johnny Come Lately...No More!
Anna Feie
I have come out of hiding, I am sick of hiding hence I shall never again
be ashamed of who I am. A bold statement on my part but a statement of
life as I have lived it. My given name has been lost in the "mists of
time"; I choose to be known as Sue. Let me go back to the beginning of
my time and begin.
I was born the last of seven, Ray, Margaret, Ted, Carol, Jane, Duane,
and Sally came before. All but Sally had left home by the time I came
into my parent's world. I am the "Johnny come lately" it. My mother,
bless her soul, had a tubaligation procedure performed after Sally was
born, but it did not succeed. So four year and 8 months later I popped
into existence. I had to fight my sister for almost everything that was
given to me - whether it was my first bike, she had to ride it before I
could. If it was my fishing gear, she had to use it first - she never
went fishing before or after that time. Yet it was always the same, get
a new rod/reel; she would have to go fishing to show me how to use the
rod/reel. Clothing - she could not try on, it would look funny and she
did not do funny unless it was at someone else's expense. My parents
could never relate to me, mother was in her forties at the time of my
birth, dad was several years older. They tried; I will give them credit
but unsuccessfully. I was fortunate; I had an extended family to help
me - people who knew my parents and were able to provide some guidance
for a wild child.
I thank the gods for these people - Carl and Bill taught me how to fish;
June, Mary and mom taught me how to cook and bake; Carl and Rose taught
me about plants - edible, medicinal, poisonous; Herbie taught me how to
hunt and trap. Bless these individuals for taking time out for me. I
had another advantage, a 200 hundred-acre backwoods - locally known as
"the tanklots"; a left over from an early boom time of oil and refining.
I am digressing, but I have to bring you the reader some semblance.
During my formative years, I often questioned myself - Why Me? Why did
I have this compulsion that I was not in the right gender; why did I
feel female - was it to be closer to my mother? I searched libraries
for magazines, books that dealt with how I felt, I saw medical
professionals about this, most of them thought I had a psychological
problem that needed my parents' intervention. I simply became more
secretive and paranoid. I kept my parents in the dark about my secret
it was never easy. I was blessed with a USAF locker, a gift from my
brother Ted. I kept my life locked away.
I did many things growing up that I should have put in jail for; I used
a paper route as a cover for casing and breaking/entering houses. I
used the paper bags for carrying off the goods. I used my family and
parent's reputation for obtaining stolen items. These items all have
one thing in common; all were feminine items - clothing, makeup, wigs,
lingerie, and shoes. Some times I would take money so I could purchase
the item rather than stealing. At the time, I did not care - I had this
compulsion to satisfy. I even stole from collection bins put out by the
Goodwill or Salvation Army. I was like an addict who needed a fix; I
would do anything for that fix. As I grew older, I changed my ways but
could never get over the compulsion. I fixed it permanently later in
life.
As my high school days were coming to an end, college was on my mind - I
had plans for a technical college and a program in Animal Husbandry.
Illness and parents kept me from going; I had to settle for a local
college and program in accounting. "Johnny come lately"; I graduated
with honors. When it came time to accept my diploma, I was alone -
Sally was having trouble with her husband. He tried to beat her, dad
and mom sped off to her side. I was lucky; I had a friend, Amber who
attended. Amber was a neighborhood girl who became my best friend over
the years, in time we married and then divorced.
I used my degree in accounting to gain employment in a local factory, I
thought I was succeeding; I learned that my parents and family used
connections to get me in..."Johnny come lately". I stayed with the job
till I decided to enlist in the military; Viet Nam was ongoing at the
time. I did not want wait till I was drafted, again my parents used
their influence to get me declared "4F". I fought back and succeeded in
being declared "fit" for service, I spent five and half years in the
navy. I enjoyed that time; I was away from home & family. I got my
driving license, lost my virginity and learned about life. I never got
to go overseas to Viet Nam but I am still classified as a veteran of
that conflict.
While I was in the USN, I was stationed in California, a great land of
opportunity. I spent my time in a naval shipyard doing retrofitting -
my specialty was computers/electronics. A silly note, the Navy would
not consider me for any position that would permit me to capitalize on
my accounting background, something about being a security risk. I was
discharged before my service time was up, too many in the rate - in the
Navy's wisdom, I was given a choice of going out to the fleet as a
Bosun's Mate or receive an early discharge. I could not see starting my
naval career over, so I chose separation.
During my time in California, I developed a habit of spending all time
possible off base -San Francisco was great. I had an apartment in The
Tenderloin, an area of great fun and despair at the same time. It took
me several weeks to locate the apartment; this apartment was located on
the second floor of a four-story building. Nefarious people owned the
building. The lower two floors were apartments; the upper two floors
were a cathouse. The madam that ran the house was a sweet older lady
who took pity on her tenants. I was able to indulge my compulsion
whenever I wished. She and others assisted my dressing up games, my
learning curve accelerated till I was going about the city without being
noticed. I was the epitome of a proper career woman.
I parlayed my experience into a career for those last several months
that I remained in San Francisco, and then my father took ill - I took
off for home. I returned briefly to close up my life, career and
apartment shipping my items off back east. My father was struck down by
a stroke that left him weak, I with his help build an apartment over the
garage. I lived there till I married, I had to keep my compulsion under
wraps - I continued to learn patience and will during those days. I
used my veterans' benefits for school, attending the university for a
degree in business management - accounting specialty. My dad's health
worsened, I had to quit and attend to my parents needs - "Johnny come
lately", again. None of my other siblings could be bothered to give
some assistance. Yes, I am bitter. I worked, cared for my parents and
got no "thanks" for any of it. If any of the other siblings helped out,
all I heard was "what a good son/daughter they were".
Three years to the day upon my return, my dad died. The family came
together for the funeral. My family never knew of "Sue" till offspring
of my sisters, Sally and Carol broke into the apartment looking for
something to do. They found my "secret"; they ran to show what they had
found. I had to endure the embarrassment of ridicule, my father's death
and the scorn that they showed. My mom told me that Duane needed the
apartment; since I was working I could move. "Johnny come lately"
again. She lost to, the rent that I paid disappeared that day. Duane
moved in before I had everything out. I returned to find the apartment
locks changed and I could not get some pieces of furniture out or my
"closet". My mom told me that the "clothing" had been thrown away.
Duane, laughing, took another swig of beer when my mom told me that.
Funny what memories remain after all these years? Duane was an
alcoholic.
I suppose I could be grateful that the family decided to keep the horror
under wraps, although they were not above coming to me to get help when
they wanted money or something I could provide. With the new apartment
outside of town, I had privacy. I was working for an accounting firm, I
returned to school but had no drive to complete my education. A year
drifted by, I resumed spending time with Amber. We grew closer, in time
I helped her through the grief she felt when her mother died. A couple
years later we married. I moved in with her giving the apartment up,
the "closet" went into storage. Shortly after we married I told Amber
about the dressing/closet, her reaction was not positive. She demanded
that I keep it in the closet. I did and was content for a while. It
began to creep into my thoughts, my desire to dress - before I started
again, I told Amber that I would need to go out some nights to relieve
this compulsion that I felt coming on again. She was not happy, but she
tried to understand. So about every 4-6 months I would go for a drive
to return home several hours later. I didn't know what was to come; if
I did I would not have married her.
A year into the marriage, her sister Joyce came for a visit. She came
to recruit help - the business that she and her husband, Roger had
started was failing due to Roger's ill health.
I was pressured into giving assistance to Joyce and Roger, if I had
thought about it - I would have suspicious. I traveled every weekend
for over 2-year period to work on Joyce and Roger's business - they had
an accounting practice. I returned home one Sunday afternoon finding my
wife and her 16 year old cousin in various states of undress coming out
of our bedroom. I was early! She proclaimed that she was sorry; we
would work out the problems of our marriage. A year I caught her with a
co-worker, that was two marriages that were ruined. "Johnny come
lately" - again.
I fell into a depression; I filed for divorce seeking alimony from Amber
the judge granted it. A whopping sixty ($60) dollars a week for 37
months. I had lost my job; I did not care to return. The area was
undergoing changes in its economic livelihood; I decided to seek
retraining as a LPN. The training was paid for by federal and state
grants given to a local community college cause our area was suffering
from a serve shortage of nurses. That proved interesting, I passed
through all the courses till the very end when we had a substitute
instructor for the final hands-on practice - Amber. I failed.
I plead my case to the state board, the College Board and others to get
a change at passing the hands-on. I passed. I moved out of state to
find work. I worked for a nursing home in the neighboring state for a
eighteen months, Sue began evolving into a full time reality. She was
only absence during work. She was with time accepted in the rural
community she lived in. Time came for her to step into the light
permanently, she moved to the city to be closer to her doctors.
My mother's health began to deteriorate a few years later she had always
enjoyed robust health. A true Currie. I traveled home; upon arriving,
I found my mother shifted from her home to the apartment that my dad and
I built for me. I kept my temper, I was just happy to spend just a few
hours with her before she died as she napped. I called the funeral
director, alerted him to my mother's demise and asked him to come pick
her up. I was chastised cause Carol and the assemble folks felt that
Lorrie should have performed the tests to see if she was dead, not I. I
was an outcast - a "Johnny come lately".
The family & siblings fought like cats & dogs over everything; how our
mother should be buried, where she should be buried, what clothing she
would be buried in, even the jewelry she may or might want to wear. I,
the "Johnny come lately", pointed out that she had left a document of
her wishes to be followed for the funeral. No one listened.
I left for a motel room and some peace. I returned finding that the
apartment had been stripped nearly bare, the family decided that since
mom had passed over then it was high time to loot my mother of her
processions. The only processions left was her dresser & mirror, a
Lazyboy recliner, a sofa-sleeper and a highboy chest that I had made for
my parents during my high school days. I still have the cherry dresser
& mirror and highboy. I claimed those items plus the sofa and recliner
cause I had a truck to load them into. No one would help me with the
"carry out". What a family I come from. In the end, I had the final
laugh or perhaps trick played on me. No one had money to pay the
funeral expenses; I took care of that tiny matter. I so loved shocking
my family. The aunts, uncles and siblings did not have enough scratch
without taking up a collection to pay for the expenses.
A surprise caught me a year later; Amber had taken out life insurance
naming her ex-husband (Me) as benefactor just after the divorce. Amber
had died; the life insurance company had an extremely difficult time
locating me. Her current husband (the former co-worker), Robert sought
to have the benefactor changed to him, the company would not nor could
not do so until all leads had been exhausted.
Robert was shocked when he opened the door to a bemused Sue when word
finally was received. I had come for my inheritance. In federal court,
the case was heard - Robert and attorney on one side, the other side was
me, I acted as my own lawyer in the case. The judge was to hear
arguments by both sides. I quickly quashed the case before him by
citing another case that had been previously adjudicated before another
federal court some months before. In that case, the court had declared
that the beneficiary could not be changed with out "Insured's" consent.
That ended Robert's claims.
I headed for Sue's final launching. She laughed all the way as she
headed to the bank with the forty thousand dollar plus interest check.
No more - "Johnny come lately".
I am still working in as a nurse; I have progressed to being a nurse
practitioner. I have celebrated my 60th birthday - Congratulations to
me/Susan Rose Currie!
Louise
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