So today I went to see the GP and tell them I am transgender...except it didn't quite go to plan.
The doctor I had booked into see over a week ago (and who my wife knows is a supportive ally) was off sick, and the clinic didn't get around to calling me and telling me that. Instead they rescheduled me to see a different doctor whom I have had less than favourable interactions with in the past. I could've blown it off and said I'd wait again till next week - but I decided I've waited 20 years for this moment and wasn't going to wait any longer.
I told the doctor that I had come to accept myself as being transgender. He had no idea (obviously) how to proceed. At which point I pulled out my phone with the name of the gender clinic and specialist I wanted to see. A few minutes later he was convinced this would be a good next step.
Sadly it's a public holiday today where the specialist is so I'll have to wait till tomorrow until I can organize the next appointment.
But ultimately, after 20 years of denying my authentic self, I am finally on the path to set things right.