When I first realized that I’m transgender, I sat in my car alone, crying and shivering. Until that very moment, I had no idea that it was possible to feel both liberated and isolated at the same time.

Immediately, I pulled out my phone and sent a Facebook message to my girlfriend. “Baby, I just realized I’m actually a woman. Everything makes sense now. I love you.”

It seemed like an eternity before she messaged me back. “I love you, too, baby. I’m so happy for you.”

Ma. . .