Dunno. I was quite sure and my moments of "WTF am I doing" were becoming less frequent, but after reading this...
https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php?topic=84056.0" You typically will be in your sixties, long past the glory days of satin corsets and spike heeled patent leather pumps." Among lots of other things.
Not so sure anymore. The question of "If ten years later I realise that I was wrong, can I stop?" still lingers now. As mentioned before, I don't have a true feeling of being mentally a woman, and at this moment I seriously doubt I will ever have. Still feeling like something in the middle, and couldn't possibly live without that part of my anatomy. I don't think I would finally go full time and I still will appear like a man at some times... I can't fully give away who I am.
And the confusion is back again. I almost have had no life in all those years, just surviving and I still feel like a blank slate at life with almost nothing I will be losing (apart from a few close friends, I have nobody, I almost haven't experienced what love is, and my job is the only thing that keeps me away from going crazy). Except for the weekly jerking to fight sadness, I've been more like an eunuch than a man. Sometimes I feel like I could give away almost everything to make this anguish go away... But I still believe that no matter how many hormones or surgeries get in my body, I still will be the same.
Or maybe when I overcome my mental disorders and barriers this will dissapear too...
I don't understand it anymore. When I see somebody transitioning it my heart starts pounding and encourages me to do it as if it was the thing I most desire in this world, but if I try to think about my life after that... I think I still will be the same, and considering I have nothing to lost... In that thread mentions something like losing a wife or a family, but I have nothing, apart from my parents. After transitioning I would still do the same job (I lift a lot of weight just to show off, but it is not required to be a bodybuilder to do it) on Information and communications technology (which requires me direct contact with a lot of different people, many of them who I have never known. Sometimes I would need to look like an effeminate man to keep protocol or meeting a lot of strangers), but as for the rest... I only have my family, a few close friends and my hobbies to fill time. I still haven't build a life to loss, so apart from having some sort of physical / psychological regret later, I don't have a lot to lose.
Short answer: Still believing that all of this could be a fantasy I have maintained during the years to cope with my traumas, and a way of restarting my life, but I could never fully give away my current persona. Also, still afraid of leaving a lonely life after the change and being an outcast only accepted inside small groups.
After 30 years I still don't know who I am or what I want. I could keep on writing forever. Is like I wish to be a woman or resemble it, but still appear like a man when needed. I can't discard everything.
More and more edits...I don't know. Maybe is just an aesthetic wish after my low self steem? An swan that wants to be a duck just fo feel better? I don't know what "being a woman" is, I'm just me. I've never stuck with stereotypes. Nothing feels as black and white. Will I just be an undercover man? If a change will I discover that I really had something to lose? Will I die alone and miserable (like now) or try to kill myself after realizing my error? An "old ->-bleeped-<-" and a monster?
Still more and more edits. I don't know anything anymore. What If I really am not bi? Who would want a fake woman with an oscar mayer hanging between the legs? To me, I can't ask for a mutilation. I have wondered sometimes about having something inside, but cutting that is as cutting a hand or plucking out an eye to me. I hate the form of my body, but not its parts. I haven't hated it on 30 years and I can't start now. Maybe after some time I will request a lower dosage of hormones and be happier being something more androgynous?
And I keep editing. And what will I tell the therapists when they ask me why I want this? I don't know. It is not the clothes. Neither the social position (it will be harder to live like this). Apart from the childhood, beatings and only being accepted by the girls, I don't have any "determining factor", save for my imagination and the fantasies working involuntarly as scapism, in which I always though about another world and I always appeared as a woman or something intermediate. It's not being able to use makeup (in fact is a burden), or being told I am pretty. It's like a gut feeling. I don't have anything special to say and prove it. Saying that I hate my face and my body would only be regarded as a negative self-image... My next visit is on two days.