I know things seem impossibly grim sometimes. We were born into the wrong body, we've been treated as male for much of our lives and expected to act male, we've had testosterone add insult to injury and cruelly distort our bodies. When we try to tell people there's something wrong we're frequently met with hostility, disbelief, rejection. Trying to transition often intensifies those experiences. And to make matters worse many of us often reflect that back on ourselves - we hate on ourselves, hurt ourselves, hold ourselves captive to feelings of lack of worth and disgust, are revolted by our bodies and how we look.
Don't give up hope.
I know it's easy to feel hopeless. Been there myself big time. Plenty of times in the past I've thrown my own personal pity party. Loathed myself. Felt life wasn't worth living. Wished a bus would jump the curb and run me over. Played the "if only I'd been born female" make believe game so many times I was starting to disassociate from reality. Feared how my friends and family would react, how I would be treated in the work place, that I would never pass, that I would be one very obvious and very tall dude in a dress. From all the words I've read on this forum over many months I know many of us feel that way too.
Don't give up hope.
I finally realised the only way to change things for myself was to take control of my life. As insurmountable as the fear of coming out and going full time seemed to be, as real as my worry about rejection from my family was... I knew I had to transition. Despite my concerns of passing and becoming "a joke"... I knew I had to transition. Even though I was a tall, gangly, middle aged, "ugly", balding "dude" I knew I HAD to transition. The pain I felt in my life from being seen and treated as a guy meant that I had to stop the act. I realised I wasn't going to be "pretending to be a woman" but that I would stop pretending to be a man. Twenty one months after starting HRT and a year after going full time, I am so glad I put that crushing fear and doubt aside, I feel more alive now than I ever have. It's like I've taken off whatever was making me numb and miserable and distant and angry. I look in the mirror and see the woman I know I am and I can smile back. I feel gorgeous, I feel sexy, I feel alive. Even though I still have a doodle I know I am the woman I want to be (doesn't mean I won't get it reconfigured at some point though). Yes, I've become estranged from some family members but I have also made so many new friends and become closer to those who stayed with me. I am sociable and able to engage for the first time in my life. I am my true self, I am a woman and I am free.
My dear sisters, don't give up hope.