I knew I was going to grow up to be a woman since 1978 and then did everything under the sun to sabotage myself. I wouldn’t call it doubt but something akin to it.
I think for me it was a matter of hoping my feelings of being would magically align one day and I would either simply be a woman or be a man without having conflicting thoughts. I prayed that I would either snap out of it or snap into it but not sit on the fence where gender was concerned. For a solid 40 years I tried to distract myself with anything and everything just to keep from thinking about my true self. Yet every day I came to the same conclusion. The inevitability of me. I didn’t doubt I was trans, I doubted I could do anything about it.
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