Mourningdove - It can take so much time to come to an understanding of such depth as to explain it to ourselves and then others. I'm (mostly) "plainclothes trans" for want of a better word. My body is unmistakably male, my brain unmistakably female. After the exorcisms when I was 15 I became addicted to drink and drugs for a couple of decades. I always knew trans was me, but it had been pushed onto the back-burner whilst I numbed out from the pain. When that phase was over I simply got by on will-power and suppression alone. During this time I simply continued to lose my identity in a monumental effort to fit in, to have a career, to be a good husband etc etc. Of course, it all fell apart. Badly.
It was only after my breakdown that a chance remark from a friend jogged my mind and, through the dissociative haze, I regained my perspective. It was both liberating and another incredible loss, decades wasted in a space that was in no way me.
Dysphoria is painful, I know. But I had spent so many years dealing with monsters that dwarfed that pain. Now my mind is returning to more nuanced and reasoned perspectives (even though my trauma brain throws * at it every day) myself and my birth gender are feeling increasingly out of kilter. But that's science...it's a fact that some of us are born trans...I try to see myself as a whole and not divided. In part this is me giving the finger to my exorcism-happy father who thought I was some kind of mistake. I'm not. We're not! So I dress how I wish to express myself from time to time - am changing body shape to fit into my wardrobe and wear less of the wrong clothing and see how that goes. It may lead to increased feelings of dysphoria, it may not, I have no idea. But I do know there comes a time.
I'm sorry if this has little in the way of solutions or answers for you

but I would also like to applaud and thank you for your honesty and courage in bringing this up. I rarely talk about it because I know where I am with it - more or less - and am very fortunate in that regard. I hope you find the path through the wood that makes the most sense with the least pain. Much love, flooky