Well I haven’t transitioned yet, past-tense, but I started at age 36-37, which I consider “later.” Today is my third anniversary of beginning estrogen! <3
My egg cracking process really spanned a decade as my identity evolved into who I am now. One of my earliest experiences was modeling an online avatar of myself, with some of my physical characteristics (tall, thin, blonde) but using a feminine body as the base. It really helped me think about myself and my future in a new way.
I’m much more confident at this age than I ever was in my teens or twenties. Simply put, I could never have transitioned any sooner than I did. The confidence really helps lift me above the dysphoria, doubts, and fears of discrimination.
The worst part of course was having to experience puberty and it’s slow fallout, now being mostly irreversible changes. And part of me mourns the years I will never have as a young girl, teenager, etc. I’m making peace with that, and exploring a pseudo-girlhood of sorts.
It’s sometimes difficult balancing the responsibilites and expectations of adulthood with the need to explore, learn, and develop into my true gender, which might seem more fitting in childhood.
Thankfully I’m not under anybody’s thumb now, and I’m building a support network around me. I only connect with people who respect me and my identity. No time for the haters.
Well I haven’t transitioned yet, past-tense, but I started at age 36-37, which I consider “later.” Today is my third anniversary of beginning estrogen! <3
My egg cracking process really spanned a decade as my identity evolved into who I am now. One of my earliest experiences was modeling an online avatar of myself, with some of my physical characteristics (tall, thin, blonde) but using a feminine body as the base. It really helped me think about myself and my future in a new way.
I’m much more confident at this age than I ever was in my teens or twenties. Simply put, I could never have transitioned any sooner than I did. The confidence really helps lift me above the dysphoria, doubts, and fears of discrimination.
The worst part of course was having to experience puberty and it’s slow fallout, now being mostly irreversible changes. And part of me mourns the years I will never have as a young girl, teenager, etc. I’m making peace with that, and exploring a pseudo-girlhood of sorts.
It’s sometimes difficult balancing the responsibilites and expectations of adulthood with the need to explore, learn, and develop into my true gender, which might seem more fitting in childhood.
Thankfully I’m not under anybody’s thumb now, and I’m building a support network around me. I only connect with people who respect me and my identity. No time for the haters.