Let me preface this with a short bit of history.
I am 47. Supposedly a young 47, but still 47.
When I was a young teenager, I used to look at myself and wonder how I could change to make the mirror more accurately reflect what I was inside. Yes, I could do things in everyday life to in some way help in confirming that I wasn't crazy or alone, but I never looked into the mirror and saw a woman. What I saw was a thin, somewhat effeminate man trying to look as a woman. Others may have been convinced, but I wasn't convinced by my reflection.
In my 20's, I denied, suppressed, repressed, whatever word you want to put on it. I tried my best to live as a male in society in every way. I wasn't necessarily always unhappy, but I wasn't mr sunshine either. I survived.
When I entered my early 30's, I decided I had to do something. I entered therapy, I began taking hormones, I lived a new life for a time.
Then, I began to feel guilt about my son, who was young at the time. I couldn't believe I had a son, but the court ordered child support payments proved it.
I watched my son grow up into a fine young man.
Now, I'm 47, and I swear to you. Yesterday, I did my thing, looked in the mirror, and I saw a woman looking back.
This is an outline only, but I hope it speaks to someone.
It is never too early, and it is never too late.
When you are seen by yourself as being who you should have always been, then you are on the correct path, and whatever happens will happen - but
You will know that the person looking back in the mirror is truly you - no matter what anyone else may say.
Peace
