Therefore I saw my dysphoria as something of my own making and as an inherent weakness in my character to be defeated at all costs. I unwittingly allowed the pressure to build until everything imploded in my early 40's when I could no longer manage to keep it all together.
I don't wish that on anyone else which is one reason I write this blog; the other is that I now enjoy it after years of having it be my personal therapy.
I am not certain going to a gender therapist would have been a better substitute to writing down my thoughts and ideas. Having someone listen and tell me to accept myself and be happy was only the first part of the equation at the gender clinic. The second was to look inside all the crevices of the published data much like Jack Molay has done so well in his blog because that is what my brain required.
But then something magical happened along the way and, when I least expected it, my damaged psyche (which was far worse off than I had first imagined) began to repair itself.
But I don't fool myself even now because having gender dysphoria is going to require life long management. The difference now is that I am aware that it is best done when you accept that you have it and deal with it head on.