Lexie, I started to wonder when I was about your age. I used every rationalization in the book to convince myself that I wasn't trans, and that I couldn't transition. All that got me was 20-some years of denial and despair.
I started transitioning at age 61. I don't pass when I open my mouth, but I pass surprisingly well otherwise. More importantly, I am treated with respect as a woman, whether I pass or not. And I am gradually getting more control over my voice, so there is hope there. The important thing is that I feel 100% better as a woman than I ever did trying to be a man.
In hindsight, I see many indications that this is the right course for me. Of course, I didn't understand their significance at the time.
Quote from: LexieDragon on July 25, 2018, 07:31:18 PMHow did everyone else come to the conclusion on their gender? Have I just been my ditzy, absent-minded self with all of this or have others been oblivious with this kind of stuff? And, does anyone else question if they are fully trans vs bigender?
Long story...
I can date one specific event (seeing a particular photo), where I wished that I was a girl, quite accurately to February 1962, when I was 7. I know that I had daydreams of being a girl all around that time, so it is possible that that photo was not the first occasion.
Around age 12, I was trying on my mother's clothes.
Puberty was confusing for me, because I knew I was supposed to be a boy, but I had no idea what that meant or how to do it. I was not particularly successful and got bullied quite a bit. I didn't date girls, because I didn't know how.
I got my mother to teach me to sew and knit and bake cookies. She thought it was cute.
In university, I decided to "man up" and joined the Air Force. (Well, okay, it was more than that: "You mean they'll pay me to learn to fly jets??!!") I learned to keep my head down and not draw attention to how different I was.
All this time, I wanted to be as feminine a man as I could get away with. I never once wanted to be "macho" and just didn't understand that urge at all. You learn to self-censor when you are like that in the military.
In my 30s, I started to cross-dress at home and under-dress full-time. I won't deny that there was an erotic component to that, but I quickly realized that there was more to it than that. It just felt good and right to wear skirts.
When I got married, I thought I could just get rid of my women's clothes and stop dressing. But I couldn't. Several times, I went through cycles of acquiring a new stash of clothes, wearing them when I was alone at home, and then eventually getting rid of them.
It was realizing that this was an urge that I couldn't stop that started turning it around for me. I knew that if I got busted, by my wife, it would end our marriage, so I knew I had to do something.
The final event in becoming aware was attending a lecture by an astrophysicist who happened to be transgender. I wondered how the audience would react to her. After the lecture, I listened carefully to the snatches of conversation in the lobby. There were lots of comments on how good the talk was, but none at all - not a single one - about her gender. That was when I realized that times had changed and it might be safe to be transgender.
And here I am.
All that time, I was semi-oblivious. I knew something was up, but I refused to believe what it was. The evidence only became clear in hindsight.
I never had any thought of being any flavour of non-binary. When I figured it all out, I saw myself as a binary female. I may not be hard up against the 100% female end of the spectrum, but I am definitely well over on that side.