I have another appointment with my therapist today, and was thinking about how long I've been going through some sort of transition without even knowing it. Yes, it's been a very long time.
In 1984 I began looking for, then routinely took a lot of different over the counter medications to help grow breasts, and to make little changes to my appearance if I were lucky. I couldn't shave off my beard so I figured I'd just grow small breasts and do lots of body care to at least feel like the woman I wanted to be. There were already a whole lot of years spent dressing, shaving, and waxing when I could. But as my need to change took hold, so did the desire to take whatever legally available drugs I could find. I didn't care if I damaged my health, or if it could possibly kill me. Wow, was I f'd up.
I guess that's what they call denial, and until about ten years ago I somehow couldn't even remotely accept the fact that I was transgender. Yes, I knew I had gender issues, but being transgender? No way. This sounds so incredibly stupid now, but I'm sure there's a couple girls out there who went through similar things. Just wish I'd had the nerve to do what the woman I admired did, and followed the example of Renee Richards.