Just sharing in case any of you relate: I was always different as a young girl, quiet, shy, introspective, constantly analyzing. I had brothers and did tomboy things and couldn't understand why I didn't fit in with the girls (or boys for that matter). Hated barbies/dolls etc. I dreamt of being a son/boy, and wrote in the male POV. Hated dresses/skirts but loved reading philosophy and running. Luckily, my dad never treated me worse and we did house work, yard work, and weightlifting regularly. I was not sexually abused or subjected to super sexist treatment, but something innate in me felt I should've been a man (even before sexuality or puberty was on my mind at all).
Puberty was traumatic, watching my thin/active body begin to grow fat and change. Luckily, I am naturally thin, but even the small changes seemed huge to me, and periods felt like such a damper, but I was insistent on minimizing the changes. I neurotically kept clean/hygienic as I didn't want my biology to be messy and dysphoria-inducing. To this day, I am neurotic about hiding the "messy" incidents of being female (do not want anyone to ever see evidence of my biology, like a pad in the trash can or anything). Even though my periods aren't heavy, I'm thin and not extra curvy, and what others would probably call attractive, I always felt dysphoria toward my body. In fact, I covered up more and wanted to avoid being seen as pretty/beautiful. I wanted to be seen as intelligent and competent, which I was. I excelled in school, skipped a grade and graduated from a top university 2 years early. I then continued more education after that, basically excelling throughout.
I never masturbated throughout childhood, and made it to college/adulthood with zero interest in any of it, thinking perhaps I was asexual, though somewhat heteroromantic. (I'm not asexual, but was a very late bloomer and had a hard time developing a healthy sexuality). Still, I had no push to be a wife, to get married, and definitely not to have children (decades later, still no kids or desire to go through the massively dysphoric process of gestating and birthing a child, the most female-affirming thing I could imagine, which is just triggering to me). My first bf as an adult was a bi/gay man who said he liked me because I had "masculine" energy (first clue others saw me as masculine even before I understood trans stuff or thought of myself in those terms). But it failed. We never had sex, he cheated and mistreated me, and it hurt a ton.
Dating continued to be trauma after trauma of not knowing why it wasn't working. Straight men frequently said I was intimidating, intense, or "too much." I did not feel the sweet flirtiness and could tell I was not inspiring the tenderness I see other women so naturally draw out of straight men. I can't perform for the male gaze. I don't feel feminine. I was disgusted by the male gaze and their obsession with prn and seeing women as objects. If anything, I wanted to sit under the stars like one of the guys, and just be seen as I am... as basically a man trapped in a woman's body, but one who came to terms with her sex and body as the shared reality. I wanted a man somehow to want that type of woman, me, a self-hating woman, the most (even though that's basically an oximoron, wanting a man to love what even I don't love). By age 30, after relationship struggles, I still had not had sex. Every man I pursued (and usually I was pursuing/dominant/paying for dates) could not handle me. I felt respected and admired, often as if in competition with these men, but not loved.
I ride a motorcycle, I go shooting, I love running/hiking, I am neurotic about philosophy/theory of mind, and I do not dress sexy. I lived on my own since age 17, and a few years ago bought my first little home. At around 30, I felt like things were hopeless dating-wise, and began to accept I really am "not like the other girls" as much as I didn't have the words to know why I was so different, and as much as I wanted companionship. I got so lonely I began to hang out at the cemetery. It seems pathetic, but I felt even the company of the dead was better than nothing. I'd go alone and brush off the dirty graves with a soft toothbrush, wondering if their consciousness still existed there.
But through all the struggles, it was around then that I finally met my match-- a bisexual man who was very similar to me in mindset: neurotically analytical, bipolar, and likely with autism or some other anti-social behavior like me. We immediately hit it off and talked through the whole night. We had pretty huge differences, but he genuinely seemed intrigued by my capacity for logic, intelligibility, and curiosity to learn. He too was obsessed with the deepest existential questions I've been obsessed with for years. We argued a ton, almost for two years straight, toe to toe, until we began to find balance.
Ultimately, we ended up married. He respects that I want no kids and find the process absolutely dysphoric. He does not watch prn (anymore). We both ride motorcycles together, and we go to the shooting range (we're liberals btw). I can dress like a man or woman and we've planned an interstate motorcycle trip where he'd let me live my fantasy: dressed as a rural man, clasping on a wheat straw, sharpening my pocket knife, hat tipped down, feet kicked up, sitting next to a river, silent with my man as we stop on our motorcycles to set up camp. We'd check into a hotel with two twin beds and pretend for a moment we are two guys, he much bigger and masculine, me the dweeby side-kick, but the cosplay so affirming.
It may sound silly but I feel like I made it after all these decades, and not just because of my partner: because despite the struggles, I've been able to live life on my terms as a desisting female "trans" person. I know deep in my heart this orientation is fixed/strong and likely never to change. It IS different than other females and that's OK. We are a small, distinct subset within each of our sexes. But we all deserve happiness and to be seen as we really are.
I pray you all get to experience it. Don't give up, please. The road is long and windy but it will ennoble you.