I don't know how helpful I can be in this. But -
I have no idea why this happened to me. I don't want it to have, and I waited a long time to make sure that it really did, all while living what felt like half a life and being half a person. Not being able to do the same things in life as everyone else, as there is this invisible wall separating me from them and being able to do what they do, not even conscious but a fundamental barrier between me and them, and between me and the state of being relaxed about so many things. When you've lived all your life this way it takes time to realize what you're actually missing, and its a lot. You ask yourself if you should just continue on feeling incomplete and isolated until you die and then it'll all be over anyway, because it's easier that way. But why should you have to. If there's something you can do to try and fix it, why not do it. We only get one shot at life.
Physically I'm terrified of surgery, I probably won't be any better off socially, and I will end up nursing the "terrible secret" from almost everyone which doesn't appeal. But it's either that or never know if there was a me that was content, that didn't feel isolated, discarded, a misfit, and just abjectly uncomfortable in that skin every step of the way through life. If there was and I didn't find out, I'm more terrified of the regret I would have on a deathbed. I did find out something thus far - I'm not a wallflower, I'm not shy, I'm not retiring and ashamed and quiet and docile and unambitious. I'm the opposite of these things crushed into the body of something else that feels so damn wrong I was forced to be those things. It doesn't matter what happens now - I'm done with fear.