I'm just starting on a long road, after admitting at the age of 43 that I'm not me.
Does that make sense?
My wife of 20 years has known about my feelings for a long time but I admitted last weekend that I need to find a way forwards, I've been on anti depressants for years as a way of coping but I just can't and don't want to "cope" anymore.
I want to be happy being whoever I maybe.
I'm typical of a lot of people here life journey wise, identified as much as I could with girls as a child, hated being called a boy (still do) cried myself to sleep nearly every night throughout puberty because I hated the changes.
However I did the usual thing of being a stereotypical man, worked hard, got married, have 7 beautiful children whom 8 adore beyond words.
My life should be great, so why am I so empty?
Still on a positive note, after watching soooo many YouTube videos, researching online and finally admitting that inside I'm just not male, never have been I've literally just booked my first therapy session & I can't put into words how happy I am right now.
I'm going to pester you all to death for advice as a lot of the people on here seem amazing and I'm not silly enough to think I can do this without support xx
Ps. Sorry it's rambling but I have so much to get out that I didn't and don't know where to start, but I truly know where I want to go to xx
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