What Angela said. Times 10. I told my parents I wanted to be a girl when I was seven. That did not work out well. From then on I had my dad all over me, trying to teach me sports, pushing me into the boy scouts, constantly questioning me about dating girls from the time I was fourteen until I married my first wife.
He was ably assisted by an older male cousin, who threw the ball hard and always cheated at board games. I gradually realized that Dad loved that cousin more than he loved me, and that Mom and Dad loved my younger brother and sister more than they loved me.
I wasted most of my life trying to be a junior version of my older cousin in order to win my father's love, and I eventually realized that my mother and father were really just bad people. Dad was a creepy smarmy frenemy kind of guy. Everything out of his mouth to me was an admonition, a threat, a warning, or a criticism. And if he wanted me to do something, or not do something, then every time we would talk he would deliberately steer the conversation to that very thing and just nag and nag me until I did what he wanted just to shut him up. By young adulthood I had learned that answering honestly when he said "how are you doing?" was a bad idea.
Dad was silenced by a stroke in 2009, and I ran on like a windup toy for another five years having screaming matches with him inside my head before I purged out all the garbage he filled me with and found .... nothing. I had spent my whole live being someone I wasn't and I didn't know who I was.
I had been suffering massive, debilitating panic attacks for ten years, as my ability to be "that guy" was slowly breaking down. I was literally falling apart.
And then, from the darkness and the depths, a beautiful, female voice began to cry out, begging for life, begging to be brought into the light. I slowly began to recover small shreds of myself, my true self, and weave them into a cohesive whole.
Wearing the right clothes was a big step. So was growing my hair. And then the hormones unlocked my heart, turned me back into the happy person I had not been since I was five years old.
Now I am a girl who smiles whenever she looks into a mirror, shoots selfies on a daily basis, and dances whenever there is music playing.
It took me until I was past 50 years old to learn to live for myself, not for my parents.