Kath, I do believe you are in the right place. Although I'm new here, I already feel like we're all family.
Sometimes a meltdown is necessary, or even unavoidable. This is hard, but if it were easy everyone would be doing it. I just turned 52 (in dog years some say) and have just started HRT. The key is to step back, take a deep breath, and then assess what you need to do for you.
The best part of this all is when you finally come to the realization who, not what, you are and it all comes out in the open. I graduate this November with my Masters and plan on starting my doctorate in very early 2016. The plan is to become a psychologist and specialize in the LGBT community, primarily working with public safety officers. Having worn both pairs of shoes (although I prefer 5" heels), I'm taking who I am and am going to make the most out if it.
It took an attempt on my life and on my partner's life one night in November of 2014 to make me realize what I really wanted to do with my life. I was off work on disability for just shy of a year and had to retire my partner due to his injuries. The trooper investigating the crash (we were run off the road by a car traveling 118 mph while we were doing 40) said we both should have been dead. At the time, hiding everything and fighting myself for years, nearly my whole life, I would have welcomed it. I lived for a reason, and now I know why. I've never been at peace with myself until I told my doctor and after I got the green light for HRT from my therapist.
Although my work does not officially know, they have a pretty good idea but choose to keep it as such. Something I was trying (I won't say exactly what but doe to a bit of a hormonal imbalance it worked) bras are not an option for me. At first, I was leery when I had to start wearing them, trying to hide them as best I could under my uniform. They are not getting any easier to hide, but now I don't care. If I am incapacitated for any reason they are going to see and , oh well. It is a very redneck jurisdiction that I work for, and they have been trying to get me to leave in several different ways. I leave when I say I leave, period. I've been ridiculed to a degree for helping a couple of gay students at one our schools get help; if I remember correctly, I was asked what I was helping those "[expletive] ->-bleeped-<-s for."
When the time comes, I expect a nice and clean break with everyone going their own way. Fortunately I live 45 miles away form where I work so I'm wide open at home in and out of the house.
I know, I'm yappng and I'll save the rest for my "official" introduction in that forum. Just remember that you know who you are inside, and if you have the soul of a woman which I think that you do, there is no fighting that. When I die, I want to die who I am with no regrets. You know in the Bible, Hell is never really described per se; the only one who really gives the depiction is Dante. To me, heel would be taking my last breath wishing I would have pursued what I did not. I was born a boy, and will be buried a woman. I'm not so afraid of it anymore, although I still have an awful lot to do before I answer the phone call from God. We all do, and that's why He has crossed all of our paths.
Remember, it is hard being you because there is only one you, and that is what makes you special. We're all here for each other, honey. Talk to you soon, and y'all be safe.
Marlo