Circa late 1988/early 1989, upon reading the intro to the ONLY medical/professional book on FTMs:
"Omigosh, this is me. I'm a female-to-male transsexual."
Fifteen minutes later, upon reading the last two bulleted points in that intro, where it was written that transition does not improve these "women's" lives and that we are all mentally ill:
"Uh, I am a female cross dresser."
Early 1994, after a course in queer theory and a Leslie Feinberg lecture:
"That's it! I am transgender! Gender is constructed. I'm just a woman who wants to be a man. I don't need to transition. I can be happy like this. Really. (Oh, god.)"
Early 1994-early 1996:
Insomnia, more depression, and panic attacks. "Please, I don't want to be a transsexual. I am just transgender. I am just a girl. Really I am. Okay, a really really butch girl who thinks he, er, she is a boy and wants to be a gay man and live as a gay man and make love as a gay man...but I don't want to be a transsexual. I'm just a woman who wants to be a man. Please."
1996, after the insomnia, depression, and panic attacks had worn me down:
Started antidepressants. Refused therapy.
January 1998:
"I have to do something or I will die. I have to transition." Saw a gender specialist once at the LGBT center.
January 1998:
"I have to do something or I will die. I can't face transition." Back into the closet, but only partway. "I am transgender, not transsexual."
Late 2000/early 2001:
"I have to do something or I will die. This is literally killing me, from the inside out." Back into the closet. All the way. Complete denial.
2001-2008:
Death by degrees.
July 2008:
"I AM A GAY MAN."
August 2008:
Started therapy.
February 2009:
Started hormones.
Etc.