I didn't realize until I was around 18-20 that I was trans. I didn't come out to my friends until around that timeframe, the same with my parents.
Tonight my mother said to me that she was talking to a friend of hers a few years ago that has a FTM son that got pregnant. Apparently she told her about me and how she's known all my life that although I was born to her, her son, that she has known all my life that I wasn't right.
What do you say to a statement like that? Especially when you tried to be "the son" and did everything boys do. Boy scouts, camping, knives, baseball, etc., I did all of this, but she "knew."
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I came out at 35, starting in October of last year. I thought my dad would know, but turns out he didn't have a clue.
Same age as Roll, a few months earlier though.
I found that my family is about the most oblivious group of people in the universe. Minus my sister, she noticed things but never equated them to my being trans until I came out.
Quote from: Roll on February 08, 2018, 07:48:21 PM
I came out at 35, starting in October of last year. I thought my dad would know, but turns out he didn't have a clue.
Ellie,
You look much younger.
Chrissy
Quote from: ChrissyRyan on February 08, 2018, 08:02:49 PM
Ellie,
You look much younger.
Chrissy
It's the upside of being a total hermit, I basically never go outside so no sun based aging. ;D
I told some people at 33 and others at 34 now everyone knows
Age 62. This was related to a major life event, the unpleasant bottom of a severe depression. I came out as a result of the failed try at ending myself.
I learned that what I am is called 'transgender' at age 32, but determined to hide it from everyone to protect my family. Bad choice.
I knew I was different, some sort of gender incongruity, at around age 5-6, I think.
Finally at age 19 as a feminine male wanting to crossdress fulltime as female.Luckily my mom knew this was me and saw I was finally happy.She is supportive to this day and calls me Zoey now all the time.I admit mom sets a positive example,love and accept me for who I am.In the past,she saw I was not the totally masculine male liking to wear feminine clothing at certain times part time at first.
My dad outed me like a week after I turned 17. He had pretty much figured out I was trans and was waiting for me to tell him. Finally he just outed me himself. I never tried to be a "boy" at all so it was no surprise to him or my brother that I wanted to transition. I later found out that my dad had actually done some research on trans kids and watched some stuff about it on YouTube before he decided to out me. He did it because if I was going to transition he wanted me to do it before I got any older.
I love the happy outings and I'm sorry for those that has a hard time with it. I hope everyone has somebody accepting that will help them through it though.
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35
The funny thing is, I am actually convinced my mother always wanted sons instead of daughters. She's dropped hints for years about it. "there aren't enough boys in this family, bla bla bla". Then when one "materializes", she doesn't want to accept it. ::)
58. Wished I was a girl from about 8 years old. Cross-dressed in private and lived in terror of transitioning for 50 years. When I finally had to address it, it turned out to be so much easier and better than I'd ever imagined. There have been rough times, and there will be more, but on balance it is by far the best thing I've ever done with my life. I'm 59 now, and finally living.
- Stephanie
Quote from: Michelle_P on February 09, 2018, 02:27:46 AM
Age 62. This was related to a major life event, the unpleasant bottom of a severe depression. I came out as a result of the failed try at ending myself.
I learned that what I am is called 'transgender' at age 32, but determined to hide it from everyone to protect my family. Bad choice.
I knew I was different, some sort of gender incongruity, at around age 5-6, I think.
'I knew i was different' its funny that, i always said to myself and to girlfriends 'im not like other boys'. I never actualy knew what that ment till nov last year just after turning 35, im now amazed that i was able to keep it a secret from myself for so long
27 years and 3 months when I started hrt. First halloween a month after starting was amazing. I was in a full body catsuit lol my friend did my makeup so I looked decent.
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I came out to my wife a year and a half ago, at age 61. I'm 63 now. Like others, I knew I was different all my life. I wondered if I might be trans, but I always managed to talk myself out of it. Finally, I realized that I was lying to myself.
I figured out I'm trans at age 15, and only briefly/casually talked about it with my mother at that point but without making it a clear "coming out" before I went back into the closet again. I mostly just vented some thoughts about it, like expressing a curiosity. Her not taking it even remotely seriously and trying to talk me out of it, was half the reason I went back to the closet and went into denial.
At age 19 I came out for real, first to my best friend. She said she didn't know but thought it made a lot of sense, and was instantly supportive and accepting. We've known each other since we were toddlers and been best friends since we were 12. So I kinda knew she wouldn't ditch me over that and I was right.
Then I started coming out to my mother (again?) but I didn't say it all at once. Rather, I slowly eased her into it and made it a several months long discussion that lead up to a clear coming out eventually, instead of a single statement and then discussion. She was reluctantly accepting of it, but struggled to understand why transitioning was important for me, and she's been very ambivalent and hard to read about it. It took her a lot of years to come around and only stopped using the wrong name/pronouns after 7 years, which was about 2 years ago now.
I let her spread the news to my father and sister as I couldn't quite stomach more coming out at that point and I appreciated her taking some of that burden off of my shoulders. My father wasn't happy about it, but very passive aggressive and silently disapproving. He's still not liking/understanding it, but seems to accept it better now. My sister was the most supportive of my family members.
Then I also let my best friend spread the word about me being trans to our friends in common, so I didn't have to do even more coming out, after I had come out to my school class at the time as well. So I took a very lazy approach to it, which was very neat at the time but... at this point I've no idea just how many friends of friends of friends of her's, mine, my family members and whoever just know about me being trans cause someone else told them. The "outing" was spread like a wildfire! It doesn't bother me all that much though, if people out me or not.
I told some close friends as early as 15 that I thought something was up. Since then, I've sort of just... given up, I guess. I'm planning to finally tell my psychiatrist at my next appointment, about 8 years later. Which, honestly, makes me feel terrible for not getting help sooner. If I would have transitioned in high school, maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of college. Maybe everything would just be *better.* On top of that, I would have likely been able to pass a lot more easily if I got on the right hormones that early, rather than waiting until now.
But anyway, yeah, if all goes well at my appointment, I'm going to fully come out this year to everyone except my coworkers.