Interesting thread that really made me think about things.
Regrets are toxic emotions that can suffocate you if you let them. Playing that "what if" game never ends well either. I try not to go there.
I knew something was up with me when I was 4 years old, and by the time I was 14 I was literally losing sleep over this whole "girl thing". I tried to stuff it down as deep as I could and filled my life full of things that would distract me, which actually isn't that hard when you have ADD. Until I was 43 years old, I could cope with the dysphoria and even completely put it out of my mind for long periods of time. I never told a soul about what was bothering me. I straight up did NOT want to be a transsexual, and having seen plenty over the years on the daytime talk shows really reinforced this. I mean, let's face it, I could never turn off a program with transfolk on it. It was like that proverbial trainwreck I couldn't ever look away from. On some level I knew damned well I was one of them. What I saw more often than not were these miserable, damaged and broken people who were rejected by their SOs, families, jobs and sometimes landlords. Some were forced into sex work. For every one that looked pretty, handsome or just passable, there seemed to be five who weren't so fortunate. I thought my best bet was get by without a transition, keep my life the way it was and just die young. Prolonged misery wasn't going to be in the cards, and I became pretty reckless with my lifestyle choices to hasten my expiration date. I now realize that I had no freaking clue how profoundly miserable I was for that many years, and knowing what I know now about relief makes me sorry I suffered needlessly for decades.
So yes, WHAT IF I transitioned when I was 14 or 18 or 30? My life would have been entirely different and I don't know where that would have put me today. I wouldn't have my wife, my friends, my house, very different life experiences, and perhaps a completely different set of hardships. Who's to say? The path I ended up taking led me to where I am now. And you know what? It's pretty awesome. I have my wife, my friends, my house, my health, memories of epic concerts, a musical instrument collection, and best of all, I can afford to transition now. I don't have job issues, family issues or money issues now. My transition at 43 turned out to be one of the easiest and most seamless transitions I have ever heard of. I'm still amazed by the ease of it and in fact, I suffer from a bit of survivor's guilt when I read about how much suffering goes on here.
Would I regret it if I hadn't taken the hormones when I finally hit bottom? Probably.
Do I regret not doing it before T had a chance to poison me in the first place? Hell no.