My parents have a hard time with this stuff because, as my mom says, "you never showed any signs, where is all this coming from?" But that's not true, I just didn't show it because I didn't have a name for it, I didn't know what this discomfort was so I just tried to fit in with the other girls. Miserable attempts they were. I would say since middle school, when I first heard about sex change in a conversation I'd overheard, they were talking about someone that was intersex and I just remember thinking "I wish I was in that person's position" and I spent the next few years wishing, in the back of my head, that I was intersex and was disappointed when I realized that I almost definitely wasn't. Where I'm from LGBT stuff are pretty much nonexistent (and illegal), so you don't really get exposure to anything. It wasn't until a few months ago that I was able to connect the dots. Everything suddenly made much more sense. It was always there but I couldn't identify it. And I'm 21 now.