I sympathize with you as it was my inability to communicate that led me to finally seek therapy. I am otherwise a high functioning individual, I have the ability to recall every perceived slight, misconception, event in minute detail, and hold a grudge, ten/twenty years later. Every day is half empty for me. Optimism is for other people. My wife must really love me to put up with this for 35 years. I don't trust anyone. Cannot confide in anyone without making them mad at me. I always have to be right and I come at it from the angle that I have done the research. Which I usually have. But forget about the research. I think everyone I talk to does not have the depth of understanding that I do, so it tends to come off as condescending. Thy name is sarcasm. Irony is lost on me. Creativity comes in many forms and while I cannot draw or do anything artsy, crafty. But I taught my self to program so I consider that as my creativity. But while many type away at 80 -100 words a minute, I hunt and peck an amazing 25 - 30 words a minute. It has always been this way as far back as I can remember. I had to be the know it all, and the only one I was impressing was me. I still present like that here on this forum. I am aware. I am in therapy. It is a very tough slog. The more I learn about my sexual dysfunction and the knowledge I have always been different has led me to seek transition, even at my advanced age. Most women do everything I do not. Smile, touch, feel, acknowledge, empathize, find joy in simple things. Actually my speech therapist is teaching me these traits and it is a totally new world and I love it. I used to cross dress and not know why, I just knew that I liked it. A lot. I prayed, I dreamed, I hoped that God would make me a woman. Maybe in my next life. But for now I am satisfied how this is progressing. The walls I had built up around me are finally seeing some cracks. Is this a trait of transgenders, our couple of stories are anecdotal at best and do not represent all transgender people. But I do find comfort in knowing, there is someone out there like me that has turned their life around. While I do love cross dressing, I am learning it is more then fake boobs, makeup and clothes.