Hi Ladies - Well...I think I might finally be transitioning... What I mean is that I'm feeling a bit surreal about everything I'm doing right now. I'll spare everyone the "known since 4" speech, but I've known since then I wanted to be a woman. It is my earliest memory. I'm now 45 years old, married, and have 2 boys. 18 years ago, after I was honorably discharged from the military and during my first year of law school, I was diagnosed with GID by two gender specialists. I was able once again to repress my feelings because I was scared. During the subsequent 18 years I had a few bouts of nearly debilitating episodes where the dysphoria surfaced and it basically immobilized me. The rest reads like "textbook" mid-life trans woman stuff, including alcohol abuse, despising my body, suicidal thoughts, etc. Finally in December 2015, I once again "snapped" and my dysphoria nearly crippled me. I then realized that I must finally look at myself and own who I am...whoever that is...or I would kill myself. In three months I've lost 35 pounds (60 more to go), have completed 30 hours of facial electrolysis, cleared half of my body with an IPL, seen two gender specialists on alternating weeks, had a consultation for FFS with a excellent surgeon, and have been approved to begin HRT in one week. My wife knows about the HRT, but my children have no idea about anything. Despite the fact that I'm starting to feel good about myself, I can't help but keep telling myself that I'm really not trans and that I can/should now stop these transitions steps before I do something irreversible and "lose everything"! I'm wondering if anyone understands what I mean when I say that despite all of the steps I've taken and my life-long feelings of wanting to be a woman, and the hopelessness I've always felt being me, how can I now question whether I'm really a trans woman?!?! It is like a double-edged sword. When I'm dysphoric the only thing making me sane is taking steps to finally change my body to be that of a woman; however, the more steps toward that goal I take, the better I feel and then fear sneaks in and tries to convince me to stop. Stopping, though, will eventually cause again the dysphoria and cause me extreme emotional pain. I've told my wife and counselors that I don't think I'm capable to going through another dysphoric episode. I think the next one would really be the end of me.
I'm sorry if I seem to be rambling, but I would like to know if anyone can relate to my feelings and maybe be kind enough to share their early transition feelings/experiences.