I've spent most of my life putting others before myself to the point where I managed to significantly damage myself. As selfish as it may sound to some, I need to consider my own needs in this as well as the needs of my family and friends.
Perhaps I could have stopped lying about what I really am if I had known what I really am back when I was a child. Instead, I was 'corrected' with a yardstick to the wrist when I expressed a desire to be something other than a boy. I was counseled by a priest on my 'perversion', and I had a professional witch doctor recommend electroconvulsive therapy and aversion therapy, methods we now know would just condition me to insist on the Big Lie about what I really am. (Mom saved me from that last. I just got T injections and religious guidance...)
I know without question that a huge factor in my current functioning is hope; hope for a better life for myself; hope that I can finally be at peace with myself; hope that I can live as myself. These things make others uncomfortable with me. Many folks close to me cannot stand the thought of my changing in any way; they are comfortable with the artificial persona I have hidden behind for decades. They like the Bg Lie. For my own well-being and sanity, I must dismantle that artifice and live as myself.
So, I can meet the expectations of others, maintain that artificial persona and continue the Big Lie, and condemn myself to live with suicidal depression, or as a drugged-out zombie if I could find a suitably unethical psych doc. Or, I can do what a doctor and gender specialist have recommended, dismantling that persona and living as my authentic self, while disappointing others around me who 'love' that persona and don't want to see me.
Should I engage in such self-sacrifice, continue the Big Lie to please people who I already know love an artifice and cannot accept who I really am? Should I be my authentic self, and while knowing the immense cost in terms of losing everyone, live my life, and move forward to meet new people, form new friendships, and perhaps build a new family, all accepting me for what I actually am, here at the end of my life?
There are those who would promise me that all I have to do is continue my self-sacrifice until death, that is, continue my Big Lie, and some bearded old dude in the sky will refrain from throwing me into a flaming pit as my big reward. Yeah. Prove it.
I've made my choice.