By teetering on the brink of insanity for decades. Coping? No. Hiding? Yes. Succeeding? No.
God, I was a veritable train wreck. Buried myself in academics. Yeah, alright, fine: I succeeded with that. Offered to skip 10th and 11th grade and do college in my early teens at a huge midwestern university on their dime. Didn't do it. All the military academies tried to recruit me. Heck with 'em. Top college gave me a scholarship and placed me in their top track to study theoretical astrophysics. Went but bagged it after a year. After that, offered honors engineering independent-study program by the state university in my native state. Didn't do it. Thereafter made The Dean's List. Like, big deal ... didn't give a damn ... dropped out. After that, having a profound death wish, enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corp and got my ass royally kicked at Parris Island. Right after bootcamp, they wanted to send my sorry ass to Officers' Candidate School in Quantico, Virginia because I hammered all of their tests and because of my academic record. Told them I was a conscientious objector. Bet I was the only private to ever get reamed out by the commanding general of Parris Island. Thought he was gonna send my ass to the brig. They discharged me. I could go on, but you get the idea. I pissed away any number of potentially dazzling and highly-paying careers ... all to spend my life in fifth-rate jobs working for dog-crap wages. I was one sad sack if ever there was one ... a pathetic popped puppy ... for sure.
Relationships? Girls? Ha! Yeah, right. Check it out ... High school: No dates. Four-and-a-half years of college: No dates. Lonely? Beyond all measure. Also, horny as hell all the time back then with no outlet for it. Like "True Selves" says, everything about the dating scene and doing "the deed" felt wrong. I was in the wrong body and bloody well knew it.
I knew I was transsexual from an early age but did anything and everything to deny it ... suppressed it ... repressed it, and got depressed by it. Suicide? Thought about it every single day. Too chicken-->-bleeped-<- to actually do it.
No direction. No goals. No ambition. No accomplishment. No nuthin' ... and all the potential in the world. My whole life basically passed me by, or should I say, I let it pass by.
FINALLY faced myself in late-middle age. Came out to my wife. Came out to my so-called family. Came out to the few friends I had left. Wife INSISTED I seek gender counseling. Arrested at a major mall for nearly going postal there ... 1.5 months before I started HRT. That fine day, my ass was an allegorical attometer from doing hard time. Only the cops' last-minute eleemosynary largesse of spirit spared my butt from going to the can.
All true. All horrific. Pathetic enough for you?
If you're young and in denial, use me as an example of what NOT to do. Get counseling. Get treated. Get happy.