Thank you, Taylor.
Normally getting static from other people has never been a problem, but I've had changes in the circumstances of my life.
Even though I'm only 55, I live in a senior citizen's apartment community. How I ended up here is a long story which I won't bore you with. I take meals in a common cafeteria, so I'm living "cheek by jowl" with a lot of folks who have no filter on what they say good or bad.
Now as I've said in other posts, I started wearing wigs again after a twenty year break. While I was taking a college course, I had to create a peer support group. I chose to do one for people with alopecia areata. That was when I first starting wearing wigs. Some of my friends and women I dated loved my wigs, others hated them. Well, I loved them! I liked the variety of looks I had (I had different colors, different lengths, and different styles), I liked how I made more women friends, and most of all I liked how God was using me and my unusual life style to help people with all kinds of self esteem issues. He took a college project and turned it into a ministry, and because I'm a Christian that was a wonderful blessing. So, even though I love my bald head, with wigs I could enjoy having hair, too. I wrote an essay about that experience called, "A Special Wardrobe." I've posted it on various web sites (including this one), so some of you have read it. If you haven't but would like a copy, please feel free to email me for one.
For a number of reasons I stopped wearing them -- until last year. While talking to an old and dear friend from those days on the telephone, she asked if I still wore my wigs. When she asked me why, I told her that I didn't have a ministry any more that wearing wigs would be helpful.
There was a moment of silence. She then said, "Larry, you don't have to have a ministry to justify wearing wigs. We both know you'd like to, and that is reason enough. I had to admit she was right. We made plans to get together, and the last thing she said was, "Now, when I get down there, you'd better be ginger when I see you!" One of my best and favorite wigs from those days was light auburn. That even became sort of a nick name, and in private I have to admit that I liked it.
So last year I started wearing wigs again, and after not wearing them for so long, it felt like it was for the first time. The reaction of the residents here has been different than when I did it before. They don't hesitate in telling me what they think, good or bad. I don't know if it's because they are elderly, the ones who don't like them don't pull punches. I have a core group of friends both here and at my Church that are very supportive. In fact, when I asked my Priest if I could wear wigs to church (I didn't want them to be a distraction so I wanted his approval first. He knew my story of wearing wigs in the past, so he not only approved, he insisted that I wear them lol). Another good thing about wearing wigs this time, is that I have a stylist helping me. She thinks it's great that I want to wear wigs, and she even comes here to do my wigs. And yes . . . the first one I bought was light auburn, and I'm starting to be called "Ginger" again by some of my lady friends. When my friend came to see me, they heard her call me that, and they call me that because they like to make me blush (rolling eyes).
You'd think I'd be twelve kinds of happy wearing wigs again. For the most part I am. The reason I asked you all for some encouragement, is because I'm sort of shocked by the anger and hate I'm getting from those who don't like me wearing wigs. Some of the negative remarks can be down right hateful and nasty, and I wasn't expecting that.
Thanks for letting me ramble on.
God bless and love,