I came to the conclusion that I'm transgender not to terribly long ago, something in the neighborhood of a few months (about half a year) before joining this site. For me, it explained a fair bit about myself. It explained why I never felt quite right in my own skin. It explained why crossdressing felt like a "close, but no cigar" kind of thing. Why the face in the mirror didn't mesh with what I felt it should look like (regardless of my sad attempts at makeup) and tons of other tiny things throughout my life too numerous to list.
I realized shortly thereafter that my personal epiphany was moot. That even though I had this newfound clarity about myself, that my circumstances won't allow me to become the person I now know I should be. See, I happen to live with a family member (not a significant other or parents) and due to mutual financial issues, would not be able to move out should things go south without causing her to lose her home. I can't do that to her, I'm a better person than that.
Granted she's accepting of LGBTQ people, but those folks aren't her family. And when it comes to family, well, you never know until you "drop the bomb". From what I've read, admitting such to people (even those who are accepting) often causes a "not in my backyard" type reaction, and I fear that. So, here I am stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place, knowing that if circumstances were different I would be able to admit to her how I feel about myself. So I've decided not to rock the boat, so to speak. I'll just keep on carrying on for the time being.
Maybe eventually I'll be in a position to do something about it.