Quote from: Monica Jean on September 15, 2016, 05:52:51 PM
I'm looking to see when you first knew when you were different.  For us older gals, since info was very limited, so we couldn't figure it out, we didn't know until much later in life were transsexual (transgender wasn't used back then).

Also, at what age did you realize that you were transgender?

For me, 4/43...
For me, I knew I was different when I was 4.
The realization that I was indeed transgender didn't happen until 4 decades later when I was 43.

What about you?

Hmm, i think i was around 6 or 7 and it gradually grew stronger the older i got.

Didn't know it was that i was Transgender until a women asked me directly at work, because she got corrected on my gender.

Oh, interesting question.  I knew something was different at age 6-7, I think it was, when I got my wrist whacked in class when asked what I prayed for.  Asking the deity to make me a girl wasn't accepted, apparently.

I realized I was transgender at a conscious level at age 32. I was interviewing people for a position on our team, and one of the interviewees was a transwoman with an unfortunate beard shadow problem. I conducted my interview normally but my partner on our team just sat there not knowing what to say. I remember feeling sympathetic toward her, and at on point shocked myself with the thought "She's so brave!  I wish I could do that."  Wait, what!?!!  My twisty subconscious had just dropped the transbomb on me.


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Quote from: Asche on September 21, 2016, 03:06:21 PM

As for 60, I wondered if I was trans after I read Zinnia Jones' post "That was dysphoria?" and pretty soon rather reluctantly came to the conclusion I was.  (BTW, that's about when I joined this site.

Me too! or in today's vernacular, "Same!" That article made me realize I was not just nuts. Till then I just thought I could not be trans because I did not fit the common narrative.

Sorry, I did not mean to side track the conversation.

Sheepishly,

Joanna

Different... Yes.

Like others, I now see that some signs of being different were present at an early age, and became more evident as my contact with other children increased. However, at the time I myself didn't realize it. Since I was categorized as a boy by others I also did. There just were many things I couldn't understand.

In grade school, throwing snowballs at the tip of a fl->-bleeped-<-ole, I couldn't understand why boys jeered at me for throwing underhand. I also couldn't understand why they would throw a fit if I put my arms around them. Later, when they started shunning girls I once agin couldn't understand why.

I also just couldn't understand why boys in books wanted to grow up fast and become men. I certainly didn't want to.

However, at the time I didn't think this "not understanding why" made me in any way different. I just was baffled.

I guess others did see some difference, though, since—depending on the school—most boys either simply avoided me or called me homosexual. It seems strange now, but at the time I was only aware of being an outcast without understanding why. To me I was just myself.

I'd say I really admitted/embraced being different around tenth grade. It was around then that I gave up attempting to be liked, shaved my head and then let it grow long, and finally left the school because I wasn't allowed to select home economics for the next year even though it and industrial arts were the only "elective" courses we were offered.

That said, I did even in grade school have an inkling. I fell in love with the Tip/Ozma story the moment I discovered it. I read it over and over wishing I'd discover myself to be under the same spell. I ached for and willed it to be true, and for the spell to be lifted. Since I was also pragmatic another part of me denied the possibility.

I guess I at least already knew that I wanted to be different than what I was expected to be.