I always had a masculine streak. As a teen that became what I would now call mild dysphoria. In 2008, at 19, I came out to my friends as a trans man; the response was strongly negative and I quickly recanted. Only slowly, furtively over the next decade did I examine this part of myself. At ~29 I was able to conclude that I am a woman. But how much faster I would have known if I could have explored this without rejection, how much more time I could have spent enjoying my womanhood. Just a thought