I'm about older than dirt yet only within the last couple weeks have I come to the realization that I'm transgender mtf. Unlike so many who knew as far back as they can remember, I've suppressed any knowledge or understanding for, oh, let's say some 60 years. Therapy does strange things!
Speaking of strange, it was my wife's discovery of another 'manifestation' of my issues that drove me to therapy 4 years ago. At that time, she found out at least the basics of how I'd been dealing with life (adult baby and cross dressing that I flat out denied was cross dressing). I faced the ultimatum of seeing a psychiatrist or taking a walk.
Within the last month I'd been struggling with something I knew I was hiding from myself. I began to think it might be TG, but kept denying it. My therapy sessions were spent struggling with this; I'd say the word "transgender" and then change the subject. Finally one day on my drive home from my session, I spontaneously said to myself, "I'm a woman." The weight of the world seemed to lift off my shoulders. I smiled broadly. Later at home, dressed as I like to dress, I spontaneously said, "I love me." I was so incredibly thrilled to realize who I am.
Now, while I still know I'm meant to be a woman, I look at so much I stand to lose by coming out. Right now my biggest challenge is my wife. After the incident that began my therapy, she was furious that I'd hidden this from her. I don't feel I can hide this new knowledge and yet am so very afraid of losing her. I guess this isn't uncommon here, is it? It just feels so awful to be stuck in the middle - if I do tell her, I'm sure I lose; if I don't, I lose because I need to be able to express myself.
Hey, sorry, this was only supposed to be an introduction! BTW, are there any other older people on here?