I thought I was something else growing up, particularly after being caught and given 1960s medical care (ECT and aversion therapy were recommended, but my parents settled for testosterone injections and religious counseling).
I met a transwoman when I was 32, an applicant for a job on my software team. During the interview my subconscious outed me to myself; "She's so brave. I wish I could do that."
I read everything I could find on the subject and quickly, within a few weeks, realized what I was. Having a young family, and still associating being transgender with intense shame from my childhood, I resolved to suppress myself and take this to the grave.
I very nearly did, with an abortive suicide attempt at age 62. I got help, therapy, started HRT, and went full time a year ago. I lost my wife, my home, and almost all my possessions. It has been the happiest year of my adult life.
I am at peace with myself at long last, and am living my authentic life. I have wonderful friends who accept me, and a rich spiritual life.
Of course I regret the harm my keeping this secret has caused others, but I do not regret finally putting my needs before the discomfort of others.
Yes, it is possible to realize our true nature very quickly once we face the evidence of our lives. What we do with that realization is far more important than how quickly we come to it.
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