As a (guessing here) 8-9 year old I was quite aware something was terribly wrong, I had no idea what it was but very wrong. That was in the late 50's, by my early teens in the early 60's there was no explanation, no one to ask and no place to go looking for answers but the wrong by now was huge. By the late 60's and I had started sleeping with girls (because that's what guys do) the confusion was profound because I didn't want to make love to her. . . I wanted to be her. By the early 70's I thought maybe I was gay and slept with a couple of different guys, enough to teach me that wasn't my problem, not gay. Didn't mind being with them but the level of depression over no ability to do with them what I mentally and physically craved doing is hard to describe. Not long after this Christine Jorgenson came out with her book and the shock, the revelation was incredible. All I could think for months after that was it's not just me, there are others just like me. Even up to the late 80's and early 90's getting any kind of help was really hard to do. I found a counselor in L.A. and called to make an appointment, he pre-screened his potential clients on the phone with a series of questions. He asked how long I had been dressing full time as a woman. Say what? I don't. His answer was depressing to say the least, he said then you don't really want to be female do you? There was no appointment and no help.
The point of all this is how fortunate young people are today. The availability of information, the level of skilled professionals in the last 20 years has turned around dramatically. I'm nearly 69 now and spent a big part of my life with nowhere to turn, no information and no help, mostly alone, depressed and hopeless, a wasted life. Doesn't matter I don't think when you begin to realize the problem, the help is now there. Get a qualified counselor and do what is right for you. Don't be me.