I just turned 35. As the dysphoria has varied only in its palpability over the same number of years, I have to decided to make the leap. Classic story - father puts the kibosh on your plans to go as Rainbow Brite for Halloween (sadly relegated to a stupid Color Kid) and childhood wishes of waking up a girl never came true. Youth and it awkwardness are compounded by the obvious. Became a musician, dropped out of college, got a job. Kind of out-ish for a hot second in my early twenties among a select few, and with a former girlfriend later on, but no action. Bought a house. Had some "lost years", comprised mainly of drinking, drugs, and cross-dressing alone. If anybody wants the blanks filled, please ask.
Then my Saturn returned. I got my affairs in order, and moved away to finish college. I worked hard and got into a prestigious audiology program. After an incredibly intense year of grad school, I have about a month off. With time on my hands, I have finally accepted that, notwithstanding unforeseen circumstances or acts of god, I've got to have a crack at transitioning. Were it not for the kindness, support, and courage I have seen on this site, I don't know I could have drummed up the strength. Navigating the waters ahead will be a feat, and I've yet to board the ship. I am excited and mortified, so thanks in advance.