For me.... Reality? Hard core problem solving engineer speak
Every fact tells a story. Some stories overlap. In time you put together a picture. Over time, the picture can change.
Gender is but one aspect of myself. I am far more then a set of dangly bits (above or below the waist ) How I was raised, socialized, culturalized, in varying amounts, all went into what makes me, Me. My life... how it was lived, how is lived, how it needs to be lived are also in the mix.
Decades ago I saw no way can a 6ft tall balding fast guy in a world filled with 5'5" women can "Make it". Least not to my standards as in having some sort of a "Normal" life. Some degree being accepted as a woman, being able to land and keep a job doing what I love doing. Perhaps..... totally fantasy land, finding love! Wasn't in the cards. I was just "Some guy in a dress"
A few years ago I learned that I could. I found joy being the real me in the real world. The "Real" me as in being able to express... No Present in some small, safe way in controlled circumstances, my true self. Not a full, complete total RLE, but fairly close in many ways. What a difference a few decades and your life turning to crap can make.
But! Great, I can realize a life long dream, at what cost? I worked hard to heal myself from the effects of a lifetime of fighting being trans. I managed to survive, to live. I still had a life. A life I mostly enjoyed, except for some 20% or so that reared it's ugly head at the worse of times. I learned I can in a some small way be complete, grab a hold of that missing 20%. But at what cost? How long until the other 80% of Me, largely put at risk of being lost, is, if ever? Is the gamble worth it?
Today, overall it is not worth the risk. HRT has saved my life. I enjoy living in my body. I still live and present primarily as male. I still have a career I cannot believe I can have since I get paid to have fun! There is my wife, BFF, and Reality Therapist who is largely responsible for me being able to take the lessons she tried to teach me and finally apply them to me. OK, she isn't too thrilled about how it totally turned out, but... I am waking up on the sunny side of the grass.
Some days are bad days. The Trans-Beast still rears it's ugly head. Dark, sad, depressing times lasting seconds to days in varying intensities. Far from most days. Less then then 20% of the days, less then 10% even.
When the Dark Days win out, Non-Binary will be No More