Those who were certain they were women early in life didn't hesitate. They knew what they had to do. On the other hand, those of us who are older and tried hard to ignore our gender dysphoria, have all that accumulated baggage to sort through.
There is no doubt that I have advanced at a snail's pace because I can look back and see the progression but there is still work to be done to know if I can live comfortably full time.
Would I miss playing that role I was taught to? And how would I incorporate some of him into my existence as a woman?
To a great degree I see the process not as a rejection but as an exercise in unification.