It was for me the feeling of an impending sense of doom. During my childhood years, I have had these deep fantasies of being a girl and a developing curiosity of things like what it felt like to be a girl, and to have female genitalia.
Though, by the time I was approximately 11 years old and approaching puberty, I started going into these gloomy feelings of hopelessness and that I was going to change and lose the closest thing I knew to being feminine, which was my childhood, innocence, etc...
I feel like dysphoria could be summed up with the feeling of hopelessness, gloominess, and an impending sense of doom.
This very much depends on where you are in your transition though and also how much knowledge you have obtained of resources and possibilities and etc.

Quote from: Swayallday on July 24, 2015, 03:46:25 AM
https://pbs.twimg.com/tweet_video/CKqqZlEWgAABXhb.mp4
Sorta like this also

https://pbs.twimg.com/tweet_video/CNHYMEyUAAAe9ku.mp4
Feels like this mostly

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CNBFeAXWEAAQ6h8.png
This also.

How I look VS how I wanna look
https://pbs.twimg.com/tweet_video/CJ4W5vpWwAAM_QW.mp4

I hope transition will feel like this
https://pbs.twimg.com/tweet_video/CLkvebaUwAAnqMH.mp4

It can be different for many people who experience, but for me it feels like having my mind and spirit trapped in another person's body, one that I don't want, one that when I see it in the mirror or look at it naked it's like looking at another's person body, because it doesn't feel like mine; even if I am technically living in it.

The intense hatred of my male parts and features is also a big thing for me, especially my flat chest and genitalia; and dealing with it can be a slog for real; especially since it will be a while before I can make any steps towards transitioning.

For me it felt like I am trapped inside some body that doesn't belong to the real me, I have't started my transition yet so I still feel this way, I have major self hatred when I look in the mirror I don't know if anyone else does this but when naked I look at my ''womanly parts '' with disgust, try to flatting my chest with my hands in the mirror and cry. I try to if possible to avoid windows to look at my reflection, I am slowly covering my neck up with tattoo's to hide that I have no adam's apple, I hate my voice and the fact it's not deep yet,I hate living in a body that does not match how I feel inside.

Like a commentary of thoughts consistently telling you that you are in the wrong gender, every situation you go into my mind does a mental replay with me as the female in the conversation, Looking at women and being jealous, wishing on every birthday as I blew out my candles that I could be a girl, Guilt, depression, self loathing, inter-changing myself with whomever I was sleeping with, feeling like my body isn't mine, feeling like it was like an overcoat, I hated mirrors because every time I look into one I get a feeling of disconnect...I tried yesterday to look at myself and I just couldn't do it.

I have noticed also, as I have begun the slow process of learning to listen to myself, a number of other things I have never taken much notice of, have how now become evident. Such as, I have a reaction to being "sir'd"...it happens so infrequently that the other day when it did happen, I was focussed on something else internally, but I noticed I had an internal winch when she said it. No big deal don't care that much...maybe I do.  It felt quite a normal reaction...so lots of stuff can be felt in different ways but as you can see we all seem to know one thing at least...we feel different we don't always know how but we know we do.   

When I was younger I was just sad and confused, I knew I was different, I knew I was a girl and by late teens I hated my body and everything about it. I wanted dead or fixed...instead I found booze.

I wondered this exact question for a bit after I realised I had gender dysphoria. I'd read comments on here from people saying they'd felt really bad dysphoria that day, and wonder why I didn't feel bad dysphoria. Then I realised that I had, I had just gotten so used to the feelings being a part of me that to give them their own name felt weird. Dysphoria is a pervasive, all-invading thing, and it consumes you at times.

I've had two bad dysphoria days recently. On Saturday me and a friend were in a shopping centre and had to go through a clothes store, and then back through it (tracking down statues of sheep... err, that's a whole story in itself ). Since he knows, I was able to linger and look at the clothes for a bit, pointing out ones I liked. Afterwards I got really light headed and anxious, and desperate for a ->-bleeped-<-. We went outside, and there was this girl wearing a vest top and longish light blue skirt and oh my god how I wanted to look exactly like her. That was bad for a while.

Then today I've been really bad. Nothing external has set it off, it was just the fact that people at work were looking at me and seeing a male. I hated it, I hated it so much. I hated them for looking at me wrong, even though they didn't know better. I wanted to scream out loud that I was a girl and demand they recognise me for who I was, then when I couldn't do that I wanted to run away and hide from everything. It was physically painful, like there was a hollow part in me but also like my whole body ached with the wrongness of what was going on. And of course work was slow so I had nothing to distract me and I had to sit there and overthink this .

I don't think dysphoria is just one feeling, or at least it's not for me. It's every feeling, all the time. It's the constant reminder that I'm wrong, and I'm a prisoner in my own body, and I just want to break free but I can't. But it also weirdly gives me hope. I have something tangible that I can fix, and hopefully I will be able to fix it eventually. It just sucks in the meantime.

This is a great thread, if a bit triggering, but such heartfelt and well written responses are evocative.  So feeling "wrong" and not being able to figure out why was triggered but the latest posts.  That was a feature of my early life.  Dysphoria also meant unrecognized work to me.  The work was in constantly guarding my mannerisms or anything that might out me as not male.  I did not appreciate how much work it was until I stopped doing it.  Sissy, queer, ->-bleeped-<-, girly, fairy and more once felt like hurtful and wrong terms.  Seen from this place of self acceptance as trans I now wear them all proudly and can only wish I had figured this out sooner.

Dysphoria is a huge weight that takes real effort to throw off as we free ourselves from insipid labels.

Quote from: captains on May 25, 2015, 04:05:30 AM
Disconnect. Weird, off-kilter, slightly off. Not much social dysphoria for me, which made it hard wrt coming out to myself. Just a strange, dissociative "oh who's that" every time I look in the mirror. I thought it was dysmorphia at first, so I lost weight as a way to explore my feelings, but the closer I got to a feminine ideal, the stranger I felt. Weird bumps. Nothing right. I don't want to overstate; it's not like I'm shocked or horrified or disgusted when I see myself reflected in some class building. But I am ... surprised and a little unsettled. Like I'm seeing through the looking glass, and catching sight of some other universe's me. I can't help but feel like I look like I'm in drag all the time. Uncomfortable gender parody.

I kind of liked being "a woman" bc I felt as thought my peers trusted me more for it, but I would get weirdly jealous around my transfeminine friends. They were girls, like I (thought I) wanted to be, but they had the body! My body! Intellectually, I supported them and empathized with their struggles, but a part of me felt so envious of what they were born with. I wished we could just freakin' trade, but for ages, I wasn't sure why. I guess crying about downstairs stuff in the shower wasn't obvious enough for me, haha

The social dysphoria came later, once I knew but wasn't out. That was more itchy, I guess. "Hey girl, how are you!" wasn't offensive, but it gnawed at me, irritated me, like a mosquito in my ear.

I was typing up a whole thing, when I realized I had actually written about this once before. I actually feel comforted to see other people describing similar feelings. I find myself agonizing about being Cis All Along about every other week. What if I was making it up? What if this isn't real dysphoria. It's nice to see others attributing the same feelings to the same phenomenon, yknow?