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Crying in bed because I wasn’t a girl should have been a definite tell :) But it always went better at some point before it became impossible to hold back so I never sought help. My teens were loops of doubts, then certainty but too scared to talk.
In my later adolescence I realised I (or started to) liked guys, and I was able to to feel better about being one. And I had a few adventures with guys as a guy which felt great and I thus believed that my trans phase had passed, for a few years.
During that time I often described myself as “I don’t really care/I could be either, but people say I’m a guy so ok” but I still had a little (repressed?) desire to be seen as a girl. And I was weirdly emotional about being treated as a guy by laws that differentiate between men and women (military service/retirement age)
Then I had to work as a kitchen assistant, mostly with women, and being treated as a non-woman by them felt really bad. (Previously I was in an environment that didn’t really feel gendered) And the outfit made me look vaguely feminine and I liked it and awoke my desires to be seen as a girl and experiment with clothing and nail polish.
As I experimented, it completely shattered my egg, I slowly came out to friends, and 14 days ago, started HRT!
You go girl! How’s the HRT going?
And welcome on Lemmy :D