First off, thank you for this site with piles and piles of great information and shared experiences. I have spent so many hours here reading and realizing that I really am not crazy (well, maybe a little just not in the rubber room sort of way.)
Be warned: wall of text follows
Anyway, my story: from all the reports I've found it all started in the back of my Dad's station wagon in 1980 after a rock concert in Los Angeles. Nine months later out I came as a healthy baby boy and everything pretty much went pear shaped after that.
Ever since I can remember I always wanted to be a girl. Always wishing I could just wake up and be in the body I wanted and hoping that someday it would happen. Having some feminine features didn't help matters. Many times it was heard "you should have been born a girl with long eyelashes like yours" (from aunts), and jokes about having "birthing hips" later on. Thoughts of "I wish there was a brain transplant or mind swapping machine" and other such flights of fantasy filled my head constantly.
Of course as I came to realize: nature's sick little jokes don't have fairy tale endings like that in real life. (by the way nature, you suck)
I always was sneaking my sister's clothing (boy did that get my ass beat more than a few times), and this continued basically up into high school (when I got a job and could buy my own.) My home was a very conservative and uuuultra religious one, this was not the sort of thing that was in "god's plan" according to my parents. However the feeling that I wasn't "right" was always in the back of my mind like a rat scratching from within a wall. Yes, that stupid dysphoria thing. A word I wish I knew years ago and something so many of you know even better than I.
Long story short, I tried a few ways to escape it, mostly thinking my dysphoria was related to a lack of accomplishment or something. Joined the army, getting shot at for a living was very exciting at times but it didn't work. Got married, that was an even more miserable failure. (and made me really realize just how jealous I was of women during sex) Went back to school and did 3 years of a STEM degree in 2. That sort of worked but only because I was too exhausted to think about anything but school.
Which brings us to now-ish. I got a haircut and a real job, moved far away from family, old friends and other old social pressures. Life was cruising along, the rats weren't misbehaving too badly either. Then a coworker transitioned last year, and I was astounded at how smoothly that went. (as much as I dislike most of the HR types at my company, they really knocked this one out of the park)
light bulbs, lightning bolts, flashbulbs and firecrackers all suddenly went off in my brain.
I'm
FINALLY
THERE.
I'm finally where I need to be to do this. I've got a job where I can make it happen, my former peers are several states away; I am truly free now. I can stop wearing this stupid mask every day, and stomp those stupid rats.
I really haven't been this happy in... honestly I don't think I've ever been quite this happy. But it's also kind of scary. Not in the "I don't want to die in a firefight in godforsaken Fallujah" kind of scary, more like a gate holding me back from everything I ever truly wanted suddenly got thrown open after 30 years of staring through it and I'm standing dumbfounded wondering if I am only imagining it.
But at the same time it's so damned EXCITING
So here I am, standing at the edge of the rabbit hole looking around because it seem so surreal.
Now I'm not totally ignorant, I realize this isn't an overnight process (stupid lack of fairy tale endings...) but I can finally start.
As for the user name, I've always liked the sound of Estelle but who knows what the future will bring.
And on that note, any good leads on therapists in the Kansas City area?
Thanks again