I was raised by conservative Christians. Being gay was considered a really, really bad "choice of behaviors". Thinking I was a girl was grounds for getting sent to an asylum & my folks let me know this. They also had a penchant for corporal punishment & my dad was a world class gaslighting expert. Both folks are children of alcoholics, so they have their own baggage. Oh, and I also was severely shamed for being smart (Aspie, I now know, with all the social deficiencies, though I've found many workarounds) and for having various spectrum attributes such as sensory issues, mild ocd, mild face blindness, and an introvert. All were blamed on me for not trying hard enough to obey and conform.
Anyway, I tried to be myself until I was maybe 6 or 7 and then gave up. I repressed...everything, including my sense of Self. 33, maybe 34 years later an event happened that brought it all to the surface and consciousness again. Suddenly I realized what and who I was and knew I had to transition.
Problem is, I can't. Oh, I'm amazingly lucky to have health coverage, an understanding spouse (much as she can, though she's not a cheerleader), and I've spent the last 7-8 years working through various issues to the point where I can expect a reasonably successful transition. And hrt for that time has done a lot of good. But I can't do it. It's like a massive, opaque wall surrounds my true self. The descriptions of c-ptsd fit perfectly and given my upbringing that included truly sadistic reparative therapy, I'm guessing that's the cause.
I've tried eight therapists. The few in this area who are trans aware have no skill/experience with trauma, especially childhood trauma that wasn't just a single, violent event. The very few who might help with trauma appear to have no understanding of gender identity, or flat out deny trans people are real. And even fewer understand AS/ASD. The biggest problem, though, is there are literally hundreds of therapists in the two nearby counties and 95% of them are what my spouse calls, "therapists for special snowflakes who live in somewhat affluent suburbs but don't feel like life is meaningful enough".
So what do I do? I am blocking myself from transitioning, much as I want to and am able and and otherwise ready. I keep having "mini-breakdowns" on the weekends where I spend the day either curled in a ball with a tension-triggered migraine or simply lie in bed in a fugue state. Weekdays I of course automatically pack it all away like was trained as a child and do what is expected of me...I can't stop it, it's like an automaton.