Boy, these replies sound so familiar it's scary. I had started a transition of sorts in my early 30's, working on self-awareness and increasing social activities and was probably headed for full-time when I met my wife, fell in love, and believed in what Boylan describes as "true love fixing me." I remember also feeling the phrase "it's time to put away childish things and grow up." But, in what lots and lots of us know to be true, GID can't be put away or buried. Last year, around the end of summer, first of autumn, I was floored with depression, isolation, and desperation, and I knew, even before verbalizing it, that my constant companion during my life, gender dysphoria, was back with me, but more voracious, more tenacious than ever before. The fall was an awful spiral of misery, of telling myself to "shake it off" or to "think my way out of this mess," but nothing worked. Around December, I hit bottom and realized, probably for the first time in my life, that there was some sort of biological inevitability about my condition and that no matter how hard I fought, I was going to lose. It felt like I was being pushed, almost unconsciously towards a place that I'd really prefer not to visit, but that I really had not choice about, like cattle being driven, inexorably towards the slaughterhouse.
However, with the stark realization that this was in huge measure inevitable, even if it wasn't very desirable, I began to reframe the battle so that it wasn't losing, but rather winning the battle of self-awareness and insight. I started in psychotherapy in December, talked to my wife in January, met my doctor in February, started Spiro in March, started Estradiol in April, started laser in May, lost 40 pounds by June, got a hair transplant in July, adjusted my doses in August, and began making plans for transition with my wife in September and October. And the funny thing is, the more I take action about this, the better I have begun to feel. Whoever said in this thread that it wasn't hormones that treated depression, but self-honesty, was absolutely right.
I'm still frightened, but not desperate. I really don't know how things will turn out, but I feel as if I have a future as a 47 year old woman instead of a trapped, miserable old man.
Like others on this thread, I do wish I had had the internet or talk TV or even the most rudimentary awareness of gender issues when I was growing up in the 60's and early 70's, but I simply did not. I knew about my feelings, but was certain that no one else felt like this and that it would be suicide for a rancher's boy to reveal these feelings to his parents or friends. On the one hand, I feel cowardly that I didn't pursue this earlier, since fear drove my supression, but on the other hand, I'm realistic enough to recognize that I really don't know how I would have practically pursue it.
Carpe diem. Life is short, and if you know what's causing you misery, I think you owe it to yourself and to your loved ones to make yourself whole.
Joyce