I would have to say my wife knew and quietly accepted me as trans before I could handle it myself. Like so many here, I was the one that needed to accept myself before any meaningful change could occur. I recall working with a local support group and therapist, sitting there with a beard, in my former male persona, I cried and could barely get it out--"i know what i look like but it's not really who i am." It became easier and easier and astonished me with how accepting most people really are. Prior to these experiences I felt that i could look out through eyes that were mine but no one could see in and my body was an ugly lumpy shell that merely housed my unspoken and tormented contradictions.
Years later, life is so much better! What a relief to feel so free.