I find that a lot of TS ppl who are older are transitioning now. Younger ppl are starting to transition now, too. I don't know if that was so true in the past, or how many people transition now compared to 10 or 20 years ago, and the age range.
I also think that access to information is a key player age demographics and etc. Things are different now than they were 10-20 years ago.
I started when I was 27 and I'm 28 going on 29 in a couple of months. But this isn't my first "attempt."
When I was a kid, my mom talked to the doctors and I also went in a few times. The idea at the time was that gender is completely social. Not an uncommon theory in the '80s. Because I was so effeminate, the believe was that if I were forced into doing male things and having a male role model, I would be more male and be "saved from a life of torment" etc, etc. This continued on for a long time, up into my teens.
In my teens I tried to kill myself. I also tried to cut my own male appendage off (very unsuccessfully, which now I understand was good as cutting it off would have made it more difficult for SRS -- the condition is good, just a minor scar that is barely visible, so no problems). They church tried to help me and I tried, once again, to do male things and bury myself in church things.
When I graduated, I was pushed to go on a mission for the church. It was believed that maybe it would help me become more of a man. During my mission I was also undergoing therapy by the church to become more of a guy (to cure my "trans feelings"). The church also had a doctor who put me on a lot of medications, such as anti-depressants, anti-psychotics, and the works. I was taking a cocktail of 32 pills a day. The theory was that my depression/bipolar was the cause of my girly feelings, and that the drugs would help cut those feelings of depression and the anti-psychotics would help get rid of any delusions that I "was a girl." The therapy would help and I would some how end up being a guy.
It didn't work. I just got sick, more depressed, and I tried to hurt myself several times during that mission.
When I got home, I was in such a state that I was very ill and -- excuse my french -- very ->-bleeped-<-ed up. I went from mental hospital to mental hospital, and tried to take my life several times. Eventually, my doses were cut until I was totally off the drugs.
Once off the drugs I tried to transition again. However, I lived with my brother, a member of the church, and the family found out. I avoided the church as much as I could, but my family bugged me a lot about it. My brother embarrassed me in public. I had no friends and no internet access and no support. I felt very alone and once again, fell into a depression as I grabbed a razor blade and started to cut my body all over.
I then grew a beard and tried to hide my feelings. I tried to be as male as I could. Not that I was great at is, because I'd be quite effeminate and a lot of people thought I was "gay." I had one ex-girlfriend that would always complain how girly I was. How the way I'd sit, jester, and so on was too girly for her.
So, even after all of that therapy, drugs, and self-denial, Natalie was still there. Natalie was hard-wired.
It took years to recover from the abuse I had when I was younger and in my late-teens and early twenties. The drugs that were used on me caused a lot of damage. My liver was toast for a long time and hormones weren't an option for me then (scary thing). I had brain damage that caused me to shake as if I had parkensons disease, which I had to take meds for, including anti seizure meds. But, to my doctors amazement, I healed and my liver bounced back in a few years (it's in great condition) and my shaking went down well enough that I could function and now it's not noticeable (and I'm no longer on meds for it either). There was a time that the shaking was so bad that I couldn't write with a pen, I couldn't hold a glass of water and drink from it, and eating with a fork meant stabbing myself in the face since I couldn't control it well. Now a days, I can eat and drink normally except that I'm a bit of a klutz with my motor skills and I spill stuff on myself or all over, or randomly drop things, etc.
And so, I've been off all medication for several years now. I still get the ups and downs of bipolar, but I've learned to cope with it although at times it has gotten bad. I could take medication, but part of me is really afraid of being on the medication again. The depression can be hard.
I'm glad that my liver is good so that I can now take HRT (and I've been taking it for over a year now and my liver is still doing great).
One other thing I did before I started to transition -- I got out of my shell and socialized. I found a lot of friends for support. I didn't want to end up in a situation where I had no support and no where to go. My friends are awesome, and I'm really glad that they were there.
This is the first time in my life I felt "normal" and that I'm finally being who I was meant to be all along.
I'd have to say that access to information has made a huge difference in peoples lives. When I was younger we didn't have the information -- and what was there wasn't right. It's a lot easier to transition now than it was years ago.
I don't think older TS people are less trans than me -- they had to suffer for a very long time with no information (or the wrong information) and little access to help and support. I also don't think that younger people are more trans than me, they just have an advantage that I didn't have when I was that age. We're all equal, no matter what our age is.
--natalie