I'm a 25 year old FTM Transexual. I always new something wasn't right. I always dreamed of being a boy, but never told anyone until I was 17. That's when I found out about transgender boys. Before then I only thought that bio men were the only ones that can transition because I had never met or heard of an FTM. I attempted to transition at 17 but with no resources available and a family that just wouldn't talk about it, I kinda gave up. Earlier this year I made the decision to finally transition, not because the feelings were back but because they never left. I started my transition in the summer. Now I'm 50 days on T. My brain and body finally recognize each other. Even though I'm not thrilled about having "top parts", I can live with whats downstairs. Living as an FTM in the middle of transition isn't the hardest thing for me. My experience has been a good one. I consider myself very lucky. Everyday I work with people that treat me like a human being. I pass very well, even when I was pre-T. Life so far has improved for me in many ways. I'm not sad or depressed because I'm the wrong sex because I'm actively doing things to push my transition forward. I'm almost to my top-surgery fund goal. Hoping that by summer I will have had the procedure already. That is the plan, but anything can happen. I've learned to be patient and to keep focused. It wasn't easy but I managed to stay on track. I have no regrets. As far as family goes, I currently live with them. They know, but I never once told them. They see the changes happening yet not one talks about it. If they can't bring up the courage to talk about it, then I'm not going to bother. I feel that if they love me, they won't make a big deal out of me transitioning. Although I had tons of dysphoria before, I still have some. Mainly top dysphoria. Will it ever go away, only time will tell. Life is learning and re-learning. Life is also what you make of it. I put everything on the line when I decided to transition. Work is going well. Some family members have stopped talking to me, even though I never actually came out to them. It happens. But hey, I'm the one that has to go out and live my life. People can't live my life for me.
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