Well,coming out, anyway!

I've got a female brain in the wrong body, and that silent alarm in the back of my head has, after all these decades, become too much to handle. In early March I just came apart at the seams, telling my wife about my depression, anxiety, and the awful dysphoria that was driving me towards suicide. I got referred to a very good therapist, and have been learning how to fight back, step out of the way of the blackness, and keep moving forward.
I was cross-dressing at a very early age (before I was eight, as best as I can recall), and went through all the fun stuff (getting caught, ridicule, embarrassment. The usual.

) Hey, my folks even got me to a therapist when I was 15. "We can try a combination of electro-convulsive therapy and Faradic aversion treatments." (Yes, that long ago.) My mom saved me from that, fortunately. I attended private religious elementary and high school, and got quite proficient in Latin and repression.
I think I was in my early 30s when I figured out what I really was, but being married with children by then I 'did the right thing' and buried my secrets deep. I remember interviewing a woman in early transition for a technical position. The poor gal really needed electrolysis, or at least really good foundation, but she needed the job more. I did my damnedest to try and get her through the interview process, but others participating just made the usual s->-bleeped-<-ing jokes and we didn't hire her. They thought it was 'funny' how I just did a straight interview without the wisecracks. I had a pretty good idea of how she felt, though, and wanted to treat her like any other job candidate.
At my last job, I had a coworker I was in daily contact with transition. In a meeting room, with just the two of us, I quietly commented that I thought she might be the bravest person I knew. She just looked at me and said, "It's not being brave. I have to do this."
I think that now I understand.
I've had my first therapy session, and have explained to my wife what I'm facing, and bits of my past that I've kept hidden. She's handled this better than I thought she would. I'm not sure she realizes that I'm still dressing, or what is really ahead, so I'm going to try and get her to come to my third therapy session. My second one is tomorrow, and I plan to go fully dressed. It's a safe environment, and should be OK for my first time 'out'.
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To all the members posting: Thank you! Your stories and information have been incredibly helpful to me as I lurked about here.