THIS POST CONTAINS REFERENCES (THOUGH VAGUEISH) TO HARDSHIP I SUFFERED - IT COULD TRIGGER YOU
I dont blame you or anyone else and no one can define me or validate me but me. I could take OP as hurtful or read things between the lines, but I dont and it wouldnt matter anyway.
Truth is. I was always meek and quiet and small back then. Heh, I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing... It's just who i was born as. I wasnt as strong. Thats ok...
But... so you understand...
This is hard, ok?
I'm that cartoon of the gray man walking to work day in and out... a zombie. i love my wife, i love my daughter.... but everything it took to get here, every other piece of this life has been utter hell.
Why then didnt I do anything at a younger age?
By 2nd grade I literally hated myself. It took two school psychologists 3 years to convince me I shouldnt just die. Everyone hated me except my mother, even my father, though not because of my femininity.. or.. I dont think. He doesnt talk to me.
By 5th grade i had unconsciously decided to kill everything about me that didnt fit, so i could just "make it" through school. So thats what i did. I fabricated an entire life and persona, and I lived it to survive. I didnt realize that doing so would do damage. Take away things I really needed, until 20 some years later i finally woke up when it was perceivably "safe" and here I am.
I didnt fabricate that persona over night, and it wasnt always effective. I siffered until early high school when I was at least allowed to mostly fall into obscurity thanks to the "camoflauge" and a school district change
As life went on it just got worse. There wasnt even internet and frankly it never really stopped.
Where I live is maybe arguably one of the most dangerous places in this country anyway to be anything but normal. From the very get go i was spit on, kicked, beaten, pushed down, punched and generally abused for how feminine I was. I was called every terrible slur and name you can think of. They said things to me you cant even fathom in ways that made me feel like they might attack me, sometimes even sexually, even as they derided me with utter contempt.
I avoided them all as best I could, but... it was everyday. I was regularly beat up.
i was just a child. I didnt understand. There was no internet. No one like me. I didnt even know where to look, and if you looked, you could get caught. There was no time to explore it really. I couldnt conciously spend time on it and bloom, that would have been suicide.
So i lied. I lied to myself and to everyone and I pretended to be a man and I shoved myself way, way, way down in a black pit because I wasnt sure I was gonna live through it. I would give anything now, to go back. ANYTHING. I would run away on the trains that run through here and live on the streets in california if thats what it would take, but I cant... theres no going back...

I did the best I could. If you think i dont have horrible anger and pain and contempt for what i allowed to happen to myself, for my own blood on my hands, as I ripped parts of myself off and smothered them with the acceptable lies that would get me by in one piece... you are wrong. One of my biggest struggles is even trusting myself.
I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but its what happened. I can only speak for me, and anyone who met a similar destiny.
Theres light now, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. All of that was long ago, i just satayed in the costume for too long out of fear. It's my own fault, but I'm free now. Now, i can use what time I have left and maybe I can bloom...