I started cross dressing in my teens and had an inkling I might be trans in my twenties and thirties, but didn’t ultimately admit it to myself until my early forties. What I learned when I first started to explore my gender and determine whether I really was trans is that there is just no one narrative. Or, as I always say, there is no right way to be trans.
My narrative, for example, doesn’t completely mesh with yours, Bethany, but it is a far cry from the “I’ve known since I was four that I was in the wrong body, and told anyone who would listen that I was really a girl” narrative that is still quite prevalent.
In other words, thanks for sharing your story and for pointing out that there is not just one trans story line out there. In fact, although some might be similar, there are as many narratives as there are trans and non-binary people.
Thanks again for sharing,