Hi,

I agree, I find myselff to quite mature, I can't see the point in being annoying and disruptive. Girls are also generally meant to be more mature than boys anyway.

Sarah

QuoteGirls are also generally meant to be more mature than boys anyway.

Yes, exactly my point.

I never thought of that before this post but I was mature like the girls of my same age.

Amanda

I think I was about 4 or 5, coinciding when I was starting with pre(pre?)-school.  Which was when I realized that I there were stereotypes that I needed to fit into.  And so I forced myself to fit into them. I knew I was different but I've always been the kind of person who just steps aside and tries to conform as much as possible.  It was easier to just be what was expected and not have to deal with any confrontation. Crazy to think I had to make choices like that when I was 5.

Quote from: AlwaysAmanda on April 08, 2008, 05:18:50 PM
I never thought of that before this post but I was mature like the girls of my same age.

Amanda

Hi,

Same for me.

Sarah

For me, I could articulate it when I was three years old, but before that, I simply did not have the words.  Just like a newborn baby can't march up to you and announce that she is hungry, thirsty or in pain. A three year old can.

I have always known something was amiss; however, it took me years to name it, then years more to plan to do something, then years more to finish the job.

tink

This was a hard one to answer...

I first started exploring who I am at a very early age.  Call it about 5 or so.  However, I compartmentalized it so deep in my psychie that I refused to acknowledge who I am until I was in my 40's.

That was Halloween 2002.  That was when Dr. Jeckyl was forced to acknowedge Ms. Hyde, and that the two are one.

For that reason, I clicked the 20 to 50 button.

Chaunte

I know it for as long as I can remember, I always had the feeling something was wrong, But I really felt better when I use to get dressed up with my little girlfriend. I couldn't understand why my Dad would yell at me when I'd play with my sisters dolls, or toys.
I realized that I was really female when I was about 10, and kept it inside all these years until a couple years ago and finally told my wife. (Its was just something you didn't talk about or let anyone know when I was a kid ah...back in the 60's)

Jamie L

I was 8.  knew I didnt have what boys have. so I put socks in my pants and went to school like that. used the dude's rooms in stores.  my mom was hella mad w/me but she didnt care.  she knew.

It's funny to me to recall how it took longer than it might have because my parents didn't do much to enforce gender sterotypes when I was small. I did everything my sisters did when I was very small: cook, sew, play house ... fight, hike, climb trees ... It took a while for me to realize that gender was more important to most people than, say, hair color.

I pretty much figured out what was going on by age 6 or so.

As far back as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a genetic female. My first memory would be when my mother was doing her nails, and I asked her to do mine. I still remember how good, and how PRETTY I felt! I was probably 5 years old. At that age, the only difference between boys and girls was long hair and dresses for the girls, short hair and pants for the boys. I wanted to be a girl, and the girls in my neighborhood accepted me, eventually completely, as one of them. They let me wear their clothing, named me "April," (we were discussing birthdays,) and we always played together, walked to school together, and we grew up together. I grew up as a little girl, until at the age of 11, a friend's older sister came home early and saw me wearing my friend Amy's clothing, and when word got back to my parents, they realized exactly what was going on with me, and we moved out of the area. It took about a year in the new neighborhood before I was able to make friends with another girl who accepted me as April, and while she was babysitting, every night, we spent 2 hours together on the  phone for 2 years, allowing me to live, as April, and to continue to grow, now as a teen-aged girl. I didn't find out about the physical differences between male and female until the age of 12. I believed that I was really a girl, but that my body was defective. I have never been able to fully accept being a genetic male, and I have never been able to feel that the image in a full length mirror, without clothing is really mine.

I still have two of my favorite dolls. A Felix the Cat doll, that I received from my parents for my sixth birthday, and my Raggedy Ann doll, (Miss Freckles,) that they gave me when I was seven. Its been over 50 years, and I still have my dolls, and am still living as April.

Well it is impossible to say, I voted for 1-10 because I think i was about 8 years ols when I first knew there was somthing different about me. I must admit it wasnt until I wa around 12 years I new exactly what wa going on

Quote from: foreversarah on April 08, 2008, 02:51:57 PM
I remember now, I didn't phrase it very well. I was meant to say did it appear between that age group or have you always known, if that makes sense.

I chose 10-20 because I didn't know about transsexuality until that age.

Not sure I answered correctly then, as I always knew about the need to be a girl, but didn't know it was called "transsexuality" or that others like me existed until 9ish or so...

~Kate~

Wow, that is amazing Kate, I'm not sure I was that aware of things when I was 9 or even 19 for that matter LOL... but
I think i was in deep denial by 19.

Amanda

Quote from: AlwaysAmanda on April 09, 2008, 02:00:23 PM
Wow, that is amazing Kate, I'm not sure I was that aware of things when I was 9 or even 19 for that matter LOL... but
I think i was in deep denial by 19.

Amanda

geeeessssss im 30 now and only just know whats going on. I dont know if im TS or just a nutta. The question is how do you really know, what tips you over the edge that you have to take mones. I want to but cant because of those around me. when do I say sod them I need to lk after me........

QuoteThe question is how do you really know, what tips you over the edge that you have to take mones.

I wish I had a better answer but... you just know.

It's like the first time that I wore a dress when I was about six... it just felt so right and made me so happy.

Hormones are like that, if there right for you... you will know it.

Amanda

I knew around puberty that I was the wrong sex but looking back at my early childhood I more closely followed the female pattern of development. Though my gender has always been split fairly evenly between masculine and feminine.

I discovered my auntie's wardrobe and the most beautiful contents.  I took full advantage of them, tried on the lovely silky lacy and comfortinging items, and this little ->-bleeped-<- of a boy caught me. He was my brother, a nasty piece of work and he milked this to his benefit and too my discomfort.

I was just enduring my early teens and he was just 11 years old, his work defined my years after that event and the brutal events that followed from my parents.  I have not experienced hatred of that intensity since those days within my own family. 

Quote from: Lucy on April 09, 2008, 03:09:09 PM
geeeessssss im 30 now and only just know whats going on. I dont know if im TS or just a nutta. The question is how do you really know, what tips you over the edge that you have to take mones. I want to but cant because of those around me. when do I say sod them I need to lk after me........

Lucy,

For me, I realized that i was transsexual when I spent a few days living as me.  During that time, I found an inner harmony that i never knew was missing.  I looked in the mirror and I saw woman staring back at me, not a "guy trying to look like a woman."  I suddenly felt very comfortable in my own skin.  That was when I knew I would transition.

That makes it 2 years ago this month.

Chaunte

I always knew. Thats the first thing I mention in my introduction post a couple days ago.

I went with 1-10 as I was around 6 or 7 when I was fascinated with my moms lipstick...I would put it on then wipe and wash it off with soap. I remember so many times getting the soap in my mouth where I almost threw up, how I never got caught is amazing. My mom often had this look on her face when she would be applying her lipstick and the tip would have tooth marks or just worn down in a different direction that she would use. I could still remember the smell and the taste of that lipstick, I feel so bad now that I think about it.   I didn't know for sure at this age, but all I knew I would have liked to be a girl...sorry this is the best way of describing it.