In search of new resources to read I came across to this forum too.

I've been posting a little in tgboards but this seems relatively more active place so here we go again. Introductions.

So.. I like to say that my name is Sara, I'm currently unemployed, somewhat social outcast, born in -90's. I enjoy writing, photography, video games, movies, pretty clothes, cosplay and what else. I happen to have a male body and my real name is not Sara (at least not yet) so yeah. There we go.
I don't know if I can call myself trans* yet as there is still too much confusion to be solved. I'm not comfortable with my body, that's for sure, but this all has started bothering me quite recently, a couple of years ago. In before that I do recall having periods of time when I had this kind of thoughts, but I can't remember I'd have seriously wanted to be a girl in my childhood for example. Bah.. I'll have to start from the beginning (or from the earliest things I remember).
Age 10-12 or so would be a good place to do that. I don't remember exactly anymore, but somewhere around that age I started having feelings that I think now were the first "signs". I can't recall I'd have wanted to *be* a girl back then (or then I've just forgotten), but I do remember that girly things started to interest me and I remember feeling ashamed by that. I started stealing stuff from my sister (shame on me, I know). I went through the laundry to find clothes which I wore when I was alone and stored to my hidden stash just because I somehow liked them? Later when my sister started using makeup, I went for those too and everything she didn't use or what she was throwing away found their place from my room even when I didn't have slightest clue how to use them. I'd have wanted to but the shame and fear of being found out were too strong. This continued up to age 15-16 or so when I was able to purchase my own and didn't have to take risks of stealing stuff anymore.
At school I was the quiet weirdo in the corner. I didn't care how I dressed so I kept using clothes that my mum bought me quite a long time. I simply didn't care. I didn't bother going shopping as I figured any t-shirt I could wear would be the same, any jeans I could wear would be the same. I also remember being afraid that I'd end up buying "girly" clothes by accident as I didn't really know how they differed (other than obvious ones

) and thought that I'd be laughed at even more if I accidentally ended up wearing shirt with "too open cut" or jeans that displayed some girl fashion brand logo. So I kept being the weirdo who sat in the corner of the classroom and preferred to be left alone most of the times. I had two friends in primary school I can remember.
At age 14-17, however, I started to somewhat crawl out from the shell, started talking with my classmates more during the lessons, changed my clothing style completely to as far from the others as I could (somewhat gothic style to express the differences between all the rappers and fruitcakes my school was full of). This only made it worse. Being different from others and especially stating out in that age that I wasn't interested for example having sex at all nor I was watching girls the others were nor I talked about their boobs and asses was like a social suicide to me. Looking back it wasn't that bad though, I didn't want to hear their exaggerated sex fantasy stories anyways

and wasn't following any sports, didn't want to go to the army, uhm what else.. Well anyways, from here on I got labeled as gay in my school. Luckily it ended quite fast and I never saw most of my classmates again.
I started drinking and begun to be somewhat depressed. The feelings of being outcast grew stronger. I started thinking things like why wasn't I that interested about having sex like "normal guys"? Why wasn't I that interested about even having a relationship to begin with.. (I had my first girlfriend in age 16 though but I was never "looking" for it, it just happened.) And most importantly, why did I have this desire to dress like a girl?! I still did crossdressing in private, but the feeling came and went away in cycles and I never thought there was more in it. It was just a role in my head I had to pull up from time to time, right? Well, no.
After turning 18, I had stockpiled tons of girls clothes in my hidden stash which I had purged at least three times in the past. I now owned a car and the desires of dressing up grew more "intense". I wanted to go out as a girl, driving was an easy way to do that, and soon after I started to fantasize about being one. Still, it came and went away in cycles and I endured it. I was dysphoric for a while, then I forgot all of it for a while, 'till the feelings came back. I tried to push those feelings away from time to time, promising myself that I don't need it, waste of money, I'm happy like this, I don't want to dress up anymore and I want to have a girlfriend and just be normal. Needless to say, didn't work. The feelings came back haunting me even faster.
Fast forwarding to current situation, I sit here writing these words all dressed up, hair done, nails polished and so on (no makeup though, I wasn't going anywhere today.) and yet I don't know. I'd love to be a girl. I feel I should have been born as one, but I'm unsure if I want to *
make* myself one. The confusion is tiring, I'm out to a few friends IRL as a crossdresser but I still can't really grasp if there's more in it. On the other hand, I don't even know what woman's life would be, yet I feel it should be my life... I've no clue what it'd mean to be treated as a woman or what would I "gain" if I'll transition, but half of the time I keep thinking that I should.
I've started learning to change my voice, I dress up regularly whenever I just have a chance. I've grown my hair and nails long and started to take care of my skin, shaved all the body hair away and yet I can't fully grasp what I want. Transition scares me, coming out scares me. Being not sure about anything scares me the most. I mean, I can forget all these feelings for days still if I've something else to do, but the moment I'm left alone they come back at me. Or if I'm too long without such moment like if traveling for weeks, which causes that my first thought after returning home is to inform everyone that I want to be alone for a day of two just so I can be Sara for awhile again.
Guess I've taken a first step for getting better already though, as I've recognized that it's not only a role I have to let out from time to time, but rather a permanent part of me which just has emerged slowly.

And I know, therapy. I got there after a long struggle but had to drop out for now until I get other aspects from my life fixed. Going back asap though.
<3 Sara