It feels like I've been transitioning for ages. This is because I have. Like every other trans person I've known I'm trans since I can first remember. It took a long time to realise that there were other transpeople out there, and then the people I first became aware of were all M2F. I thought I was unique and alone. It took longer to realise there were other F2Ms, and that it was also possible for us to transition. There are much fewer of us, and I don't really know any others (say hi if you happen to find this blog!). It took even longer to ask for help; I was in my late 30s when I finally did. Every step was hard to take. Seeing a psychiatrist who dealt with dysophoria and openly talking about it for the first time was hard, but alsostrangely affirming. There was little doubt about the diagnosis. My GP at the time refused to prescribe anything to help (they said they would pray for me instead, as I needed the type of help they couldn't give). I complained to the local Health Authority and was switched to another GP who was prepared to help. That was my first full on encounter with transphobia. Unpleasant.