Transgender is a relatively new term. All my life I heard the discribed as transsexual.
I new I was different when mom got me out of a bath and told me to get dressed while she went to make lunch. Prekindergarten. And of course I walked into the kitchen in a very pretty dress. I was promptly taken to her room and told to take it off and scolded.
Even at that age this was a secret to be hidden carefully and I spoke to no one about it for 25 yrs. It DID NOT keep me out of her closet and dresser when home alone though 😄. I’m jealous of those of you that had sisters.
I really didn’t understand why I had these feelings until 9th grade when I found a book by a woman who had had a sex change and than EVERYTHING made sense.
My plan through high school was to just leave and get it done because I knew I would never get any support from family or friends. And by coincidence at the time I would have had the money to do it. But life has a way of getting in the way. I never had any interest in boys but girls. I only dated a couple of times before I found the love of my life. But a wife and child didn’t change what I felt inside.
In my early 30s I did decide to transition. My body loved premerin and for 6 months it blossomed only to be blind sided by the therapists and dropped. And as much as I want to still transition I’ve got a couple decades of anger and mistrust of the sociological community. I’ve actually learned from family, friends and doctors to not trust ANYONE. Sorry for being so cynical.