Wow, so it sounds like I'm not crazy then. And this leaves me with the only reservation really being fertility - which can be addressed with freezing clinics, costs allowing.
For a while I was planning on starting my life "normal" and "wholesome" and have kids, then hoping to find a chance of lower social costs to transitioning or maybe just secretly writing a chunk of my will to a transgender-related charity. But if I've thrown myself under the bus for the teenage years and nothing changed, I guess I should just go for it. I really don't like living as a male or being male physically. I can't explain why, no matter what, but I never really have. The girl in me wants out.
If I don't do HRT, I'll probably just be viewed as a super feminine male with a girly voice and an increasingly femme vibe. (side note: although my voice was close to begin with, I have pretty much achieved a passing female voice. this makes me feel great, one of the best feelings ever.)
In terms of a mental breakdown, that pretty much was how the close of 2018 was for me. I had a lot of other issues hitting me academically and professionally, and at the same time was experiencing the empowerment and authenticity that came with accepting, embracing, and celebrating the fact I have mild autism and live with a different mind. The "final frontier" of acceptance was getting closer, and it really upset how I viewed myself, some life plans, and social status. It all crashed, although I'm starting to recover a little. Mentally I'm better than I've been in quite a long time, and probably in my entire adult life so far.
There were crises when I was close to coming out, especially more in High School, but the episode last summer-fall had quite a vengeance to it. I've never voluntarily turned myself into counseling before.
Taking baby steps forward helps, but the steady growth of dysphoria still is growing. I feel at a loss for many moments