The constant fear of outing myself (people guessing My Big Secret) made me terribly introverted and self-conscious about EVERYthing I do and say.
The constant fear that I WAS outing myself developed an almost supernatural ability to know what other people are feeling and thinking, as I was constantly trying to figure out, "Do they know? Did I slip and do something weird just now?" Or maybe it was just a natural feminine empathic sense, I dunno.
Along those lines, I enjoy putting myself "in other people's shoes," rather than judging them from MY perspective. I LOVE to *understand* them from THEIR context, not mine. Probably because I wish others would extend me that same courtesy. And also because I was always wondering, "how would they react if they knew?"
Knowing something so fundamental that contradicts all physical evidence to the contrary, and not being able to ever, EVER escape that contradiction (until transition), I have a very open-ended view on reality and belief. I know this world isn't quite what it seems to be.
The desperate need to solve this impossible problem forced me to delve into areas few people explore in an attempt to figure out what the heck happened, and to solve it somehow. It's kinda like how a search pattern works - you start in the center, then expand out in ever-increasing circles until you find what you're looking for. Well... my circles became quite wide, lol...
Bad thing is I've become very self-absorbed, as this stupid problem sucked up more and more of my brain power in trying to figure it out over the decades. It became my life, my raison d'etre, which makes relationships with Real People kinda difficult at times.
Etc.
Kate