iskra, an additional thought occurs.
You wrote the other day about
arguments [that] seem to be touchy feely in their unwillingness to even consider an unpleasant truth, as if you can tell in advance that it's simply not possible just because feelings get hurt. That's not the "rigorous thinking" I was referring to btw...We see a lot of this these days:" It makes me feel bad, therefore it isn't true or can't be true." So much for reality. The truth doesn't care about feelings.
You and I both seem like empirically-oriented people, accustomed to trusting clear-eyed analysis over woolly gut assertion.
Since I've solved all the variables for my own transition and am Out as female, I'm obviously not in the same place as you are, and no one's transition path mirrors anyone else's. Just thought you might find this anecdote interesting:
Started out writing a post about anosmia to the coronavirus thread, but it ended up getting all personal and reflective, so I decided to put it here instead.
Just for reference, a certain level of anosmia runs in my family.... I have been very curious what it's been like for folks who have become anosmic as a result of covid.
Hadn't expected it, but HRT has begun to somewhat lift the cloak of my own anosmia. I can smell and taste much more vividly! It's thrilling and fascinating, but I also find myself evolving coping strategies. It's not that the new smells are overpowering, but I'm not quite prepared to deal with all of them. Too many mice headed for the mousehole all at the same time. It's just too much.
That's sort of how it was when I was first coming to grips with the unnerving possibility that I might be trans.
I'm a very data-oriented person. Trusting my feelings isn't comfortable. I want empirical evidence. Why was I recognizing this possibility now, I perplexedly wondered? Wth happened? All these new feelings like popcorn kernels bursting one after the other in a mushrooming cascade... it's not that I denied the possibility, but I had to figure out how to dull the clamor and get space to think.
I wish I could have just accepted the possibility right then and there. Meemaw didn't teach me to stand in front of freight trains. The feelings were the empirical data. I was just too scared to admit it. Spent so much time instead with therapists and trying to placate [my wife] and navel-gazing and promising myself that I wouldn't do anything stupid or rash, and it was all time I could have been spending not fighting it. Phooey.
I wish you greater bravery and insight than I was willing to grant myself.
Good luck.