At around 8, I told my cousin’s friends I was a girl, I didn’t understand their laughter. At 10, I distinctly recall thinking that it would be nice if I could live half my life as a man and half as a woman. Around then, I started reading through my mom’s medical books and found GID listed as a diagnosis. At the time, I remember thinking a diagnosis would be scary and something that I couldn’t walk back, so I became obsessed with finding an alternate diagnosis that could get me a prescription that would have a similar effect.