I was actually angry to have discovered so much about my past and never having discovered even the slightest idea of what transgender even was. My mind grew such a vast denial that I even grew an ignorant dislike for the trans community.
I try not to linger on it, but when I'm having one of by bad hormone days, I cry about not having seen the signs sooner or how none of the 7 psychologists I saw as a child because of my serious depression, anxiety and concentration issues could pinpoint it... I always played with girls toys, all my best friends were not just girls, but the girliest of girls... I wanted so many girl toys growing up which I was denied out of "fear that I might become gay".. Always wanted to wear bright colors, girl clothes, girl swimsuits.. And what was their "diagnosis"? A ridiculous combination of ADHD and "Daddy issues", despite me and my dad having a great relationship and me not having even the slightest bit of resentment towards any of my family members, least of all my dad.
SEVEN freaking psychs, all saying the same bull just from "looking at me."
Life would have been so different for me had I just known earlier... And it would have also been 35 suicide attempts lighter.
Also; I hated being friends with boys because they were so harsh and apathetic... When I wanted someone to talk about my feelings, only my girl friends were there because all my guy friends were too busy telling me "stop being such a girl. It's depressing."
I remember the first time I grew a hatred for my assigned gender... I was with my best friend and we were playing a classic video game together (silent hill 1) because her bf told her to play it. We were gonna spend the whole night scaring ourselves silly... But I couldn't sleep over because "you're a boy and she's a girl and it's not right."... I was so sad, I failed to see the problem

no matter how much my parents and her parents tried to rationalize it. If that's not another obvious indication, all my life, my girl friends have always considered me "one of the girls"... They would talk to me about things that they would never talk to a guy about. I was always a good listener and an open book, and none of them felt the need to treat me as another guy because unlike my male friends, the idea of a friend zone was moronic to me.
I started flirting with gender confusion when I laid down my ignorance and befriended someone who is FTM. Then it was just a matter of a collapsing dam. I went from thinking I was just a feminine male, to thinking I was gender fluid, to finally realizing that my entire male persona was just an act that almost became a solidified lie. I almost believed it was true until I experienced the other side and cried for hours because I never wanted to go back (at the time I felt like I had no choice but to be male the rest of my life, unaware that transition was even a possibility for me what with having a wife and having built a whole life as male... So glad I was wrong)