Here's my story. It's a bit long, even though I tried to stick to what was relevant to my trans-ness.
I've always had bad feelings about being male.
For one thing, the usual masculinity training that boys get, especially in the South (USA), didn't make me identify with being rough and tough, it just alienated me from anything to do with masculinity. I was no good at being masculine and didn't really want to be. It also made me never feel safe around men.
For another, I grew up with the idea that girls/women were intrinsicly better than boys/men. (FWIW, I'm certain that my parents preferred girls to boys.) Boys had to work hard to be worth anything, girls were to be valued just for being girls. I was convinced that girls had it easier and that if I'd been born a girl I would not have constantly felt like I would never measure up no matter how hard I tried.
I don't remember actually wanting to be a girl, but the way boys got abused for being in any way like a girl, there was no way I would have admitted it to myself even if I did. I did feel a secret, guilty attraction to girly things, though -- pretty clothes, soft textures, and gentleness. And I felt an anxious fascination for stories of boys being turned into girls, especially the Oz story where the boy Tip finds out he's really Princess Ozma.
Anyway, I eventually left the hell of childhood behind me and went on to college, grad school, marriage and children. I tried to be a good student, husband, and father, with mixed success. I often felt the urge to cross-dress, but absolutely did not want to get caught, so I rarely indulged.
Things changed when my marriage fell apart.
First of all, I swore off being a "good" anything. In my marriage, I'd tried to be what I thought I was supposed to be -- a good, non-patriarchal husband and father, all things to all people, etc. -- and it was on the way to killing me (literally) before I realized I needed to get out. I needed to get in the habit of just being me, whoever that is.
Second, in order to get myself out of the house, I started going to Contra dances again, where I started seeing men in skirts. I tried it myself (once we were separated) and liked it. Once I realized nobody was going to kill me for wearing a skirt to a dance, I started to enjoy it. The Contra dance is still the place I feel safest dressing as I like and being a less censored version of myself.
I started wearing skirts more and more, including around town, and noticed that nobody seemed to mind. I noticed that I feel more "me" when I wear them, like I've taken off layers of heavy, uncomfortable armor. I also noticed that I felt attracted to more feminine-looking clothes. On the other hand, I'd never liked looking at my body, and wearing more feminine clothes made it more obvious that one big reason was that it was male.
I tried online men-in-skirts groups for a while. However, most of the men there felt a need to make sure they looked masculine. I stayed for a while, but since I don't have much use for masculinity and they didn't have much use for the styles I liked, we didn't have all that much in common. I eventually got bored and stopped participating.
I tried a cross-dressing website, but it was dominated by M2F crossdressers who, for all their talk about their "feminine side," acted in a lot of ways like the kind of men who turned me off to masculinity in the first place. Also, when I described how I present, I got a fair amount of abuse, which I've never gotten in off-line life. So I decided it wasn't the place for me.
I still assumed I was just a cross-dresser or maybe "gender non-conforming" because I'd never felt like a "woman trapped in a man's body." Nor had I felt this overwhelming urge to become a woman. Then, about a year ago, I ran across Zinnia Jones' blog post
That Was Dysphoria? It all sounded so familiar that I started wondering whether there was more to what was going on with me than just wearing feminine clothing. I posted a comment describing how I felt and someone said the word for me was "non-binary." They also suggested I check out
susans.org .
So, here I am. For the moment.
I'm non-binary in the sense that I
don't identify at all as my assigned gender, but don't identify with any other one. I also think I'm feeling body dysphoria, in that I feel like my body is ugly because it's male and think that I might like it better if it looked female.
But that's just how I feel today. How I see myself has changed a lot in the past few years, and I expect it to change further. I just have no clue exactly
how it will change.