I'm trying to look at it objectively and be patient and considerate of my own desires... I do know that in the 6 years since high school, I've been basically a zombie, a coward, I've run away from responsibility and have found little to make myself happy... I'm rather constantly depressed actually. I didn't have a job til I was 20 and it was absolutely necessary, I never got my license til that winter, because walking up here in the winter is just too unrealistic. I didn't move out until my mother basically kicked me out, and living with my friends actually turned out to be a miserable experience that ended a couple years ago with me moving back in with my mother, and having little to no contact with them since. I'm still at that same job even though I've never had a raise or anything, because I just never saw a point to bettering myself....
Then, I started getting these feelings about wanting to express myself, that it was very important to me... I became interested in the furry community, from which I met two MtF's, and a crossdresser... the crossdresser made me realize how interested I was in dressing and acting female, trying to date a girl and telling her I want to crossdress and be girly 24/7 made me start questioning myself, and the MtF's made me so envious with their resolve and courage to make such a change... So eventually I asked a RL friend to go shopping with me for girls' clothing and makeup and a purse... and soon after that I decided to change my hair for the first time in my life, beginning to grow it out. Within a few months of that, I faced my fears and sought help from my first therapist, who works a couple towns over... so I had to face my fear of driving on the highway, and in the city... after a few months of that, I challenged myself to show up to therapy in the middle of the city, fully dressed, complete with a bra and purse. I did it... three times. I was scared ->-bleeped-<-less, but I never felt so proud as I did after. Since then, I've sought help from doctors, gone to various places like the bank or store or whatever, and been able to confidently talk to people to get what I need done... and I even sought a new therapist when I knew my old one wasn't working out.
Looking at point Z... that would be quite a mistake for me right now, but where I am right now, I've certainly made big strides in improving myself, even though I do have psychological issues I need to work through first. My self image has already been better, I've started getting over caring what others think of me (I told my brother about this), and I just hope that the rest of my family will be so understanding, I know my mother won't be, though.
In short, I've already felt like a second class citizen for a long time, because of my own personal issues and not pursuing something I was passionate about, I've been a doormat to just about anyone and anything.