Quote from: Camille58S on April 26, 2025, 07:22:38 PM... why we would wait until this age [=fifties and sixties] to make such a huge discovery. Any thoughts?
In my case, I think that even as a young child I had a feeling that I was more of a girl than a boy, but I was so frightened by the (social) consequences of even thinking about it that I repressed it. I remember in third grade reading
The Marvelous Land of Oz and being frightened by the part where Tip gets turned (back) into Ozma and having a feeling of dread. I would sometimes imagine waking up one morning as a girl and imagine the abuse and rejection and ostracism I would inevitably face if that ever really happened.
But I always knew that I wasn't a real boy. I remember even in first grade hating and rejecting most of the stuff that boys were expected to do and be -- and being ostracized for it. I was constantly called "queer" and "weirdo", once I reached the age when boys were aware of the terms. I grew up feeling like I wasn't really human (a feeling which persists to this day.)
As an adult I saw the ways I was more like an woman than a man. I remember all the "Dear Abby" letters that said that men's attitude toward sex was doing "the old in-and-out" while women were more interested in cuddling, and thinking that I had the women's attitude. The whole "be number one" thing never attracted me, and I preferred cooperating to competing. And I liked the idea of being "pretty", even if being assigned male meant I wasn't allowed to do it.
But even after I learned of "trans" (around 2000?), I didn't think of myself as "trans" since I never felt like "a woman trapped in a man's body," nor had I always thought of myself as a girl. (More like a space alien.) What happened was that around that time I realized that remaining alive had no appeal to me. Just letting myself dissolve into nothingness seemed rather nice. However, I had two kids (11 & 14) who needed me for emotional support (my wife was better at some things, but not emotional support), so I went through the painful process of divorcing and setting up my own household. And I realized -- at age 50 -- that if I was going to stay alive, I would have to stop trying (however unsuccessfully) to be what other people said I had to be and find out who I really was.
A large part of my consciously accepting the idea that I was trans came from the stuff I was reading on the Web. I think the Web really freed us, and it showed me that trans was a lot broader than the leering stuff that the mainstream media were feeding us. And so, at age 60, I started exploring that idea, and at 63, I transitioned.
I don't think I could have even considered the idea of transitioning before, say, 2000. The world I knew was just too hostile to the idea, and there didn't seem to be any support systems in place. I'm basically a coward, and starting on a path when I couldn't clearly see any safe way of proceeding was just too scary.