When I self accepted I decided I'd opt for the whole 'ask for forgiveness not for permission' deal cause it felt so right.
If I had asked for permission I'd at best be a closeted crossdresser, maybe my clothes would be allowed to be hanging up somewhere rather than in a box hidden away.
And I'd have lost the chance I've had the last year or two where I've felt like an actual human being-having the underlying stress of dysphoria melt away, laughing aloud instead of just grunting, 'that's funny', talking to people instead of hiding in a corner, enjoying life instead of tolerating it.
Manging to live the lie was manageable, but the other side is so much better, the regrets I have is waiting so cussing long.
