Hi, everyone, and sorry for a TL;DR post...
I'm absolutely miserable at "Hi, I'm such-and-such from here-and-there" posts, but it seems to be traditional to first post here... If it's not a good place for this thread, I'm sorry and please move it somewhere more appropriate.
It's just like my gender identity simply had been unravelling for the past 3 years... I'm physically male and 32 years old now, and so it seems to be a bit late for such things, but basically before that time I just hadn't had time, motivation or data to think things through. Then a major medical problem happened, it required some fairly complex surgery and almost a year of recovery. I had plenty of time, was basically cut off from my old social circle, and then had to move to a different country.
First, I realized that I'm definitely bisexual, that was easy, like flipping a switch, which, from reading some generic LGBT support sites on the net is somewhat unusual, but it was more or less painless. However in the process I examined my life in minute details, heard stories I wouldn't otherwise, and basically, being queer anyway there seemed no point to be close-minded.
And then IT started... Memories of how I had to learn not to walk like a girl, how I always envied them in school, how my first reaction to every description of (supposedly) male psychology ever was "why would anyone WANT to be like that?" How I always hated my facial hair (even though I grew a beard to stop being called names. First thing I did on coming out as bi was shaving every single trace of it, and excitement at the idea of shaving some body hair too.)
Then I started to experiment with dressing up...Again, I was avoiding mirrors and photos like a vampire since I was a teenager... Not in women's clothes. I don't feel emasculated (or particularly aroused by just wearing them) they're just comfortable and I like myself more that way.
I sort of phased off calling myself "male" on the Internet whenever possible, but I still clung to the fact that there wasn't any intense body disphoria... Except there is now, the more I think about it, the less I like not being like other girls (or other guys in behaviour...) That probably scares me most, being stuck in some limbo where no one is like me, where people point fingers at me and laugh or worse, simple because of my body and behaviour I can't control, not really.
I just don't know what to do. I just have those observations, those dreams, but no "roadmap" of things to do to cope with it, and no idea if it's really "true" transgender or just, you know, camp and "queer eye" blown out of proportion, and I'm just talking myself into believing I'm transgender...