Geeeeeez, I was surprised with people who watched me grow up from childhood into adulthood and not notice all the telltale differences in my characteristics and behavior from other cisgender boys. The gentleness, sensitivities and yearning to be loved and yes, doing the girl stuff, dressing-up and playing with dolls.
All those years later I am discussing these traits with them and they look at me kind of like in a daze, like they had never noticed these differences, then the questions come out and I am more than happy to respond to those questions, to fill in the blanks for them.
Feeling confident that they understood, I break the big news to them about coming out full time. They look at me more or less like, "yes, so big deal," or so I thought. But when I show up all decked out in nothing special, just ordinary shorts, girls shorts of course, a top and of course a bra complete with falsies, my hair all done up right nice like, and the next thing I know they all go running off for the hills screaming and waving their arms in fear of the big bad monster I had just suddenly transformed into. Well that was my experience with family.
As Northern Jane said, I knew who I was inside from an early age but unfortunately I didn't find out what the word transsexual was and what GID is until I was 50 years old. But now I am happy and feel comfortable with the person that had hidden inside of me, tormented, lonely, and frightened.
I am free to be the me I have always yearned to be, although a few years older than I had anticipated, who the person I was in the past outside of the experiences is no more then a faint memory. My mind seems to be adapting or reconciling my past to my present so that I see Cindy growing up from childhood to who I am today. Actually I feel much younger then I really am and maybe I can out do George Burns eh!
Cindy