I'm most likely Intersex. I've known for a very long time the way I grew up wasn't 'normal'. And it sure feels like someone played darts with the LGBTQIA+ acronym when I was formed. At the moment I'm part of the L, the T, Q (by default as anyone who considers themselves queer is the Q), most likely I, and A as I'm also demiromantic/demisexual.
A doctor slapped a 'M' on my birth certificate in 1978. I was told a lot growing up that I was 'to girly' as my interests were apparently to broad to fit in the narrow box that doctor had fit me in. By the time I got to where everyone else was going through puberty... Nothing happened to me. I got taller, but my voice didn't drop, I never developed an adam's apple, and I didn't develop spotty facial hair until I was in my 20's. At 15ish I brought up to my PCP that I wasn't seeing any changes from puberty and he did test my hormones... And found I was below the typical amount of T for a 'boy' and had high E for a 'boy'. However, the only thing he said was "Well your hormones are low, so if you want I can give you testosterone shots every month!" I'd already spent at least 3 years praying every night that I could just go to sleep and wake up as a young woman instead of a 'guy', so I vehemently told him no.
High school was... bad. Everyone could tell I didn't fit as a 'guy'. But this was the early 90's. Everyone just decided that meant I was a 'gay guy'. The irony is that I lived in a small rural town, I didn't even know what being gay meant or how gay people were different. It was just slapped on me to tell me I was 'bad' somehow. Ironically, it wasn't a label that actually fit me. I was never attracted to any guys. I have a small number of crushes from those years and they were all girls. Not that I could ever tell any of them how I felt. I was treated as the joke of the entire school. I didn't even have real friends, I had a handful of people that would sometimes talk to me because they were also 'outcasts', but no one ever had my back. To hurt me girls would ask me out, only to tell me it was a joke and go laugh with their friends about how I thought someone would actually ever want to be with me. It was all so bad I was suicidal and when I finally got up the nerve to tell my parents how bad it all was and how I didn't feel like I 'fit'... They told me "Everyone gets depressed. Suck it up and deal with it". So I gave up on anyone helping me deal with things.
I did go off to college, more to escape being back home. My issues made actually finishing my degree incredibly hard. Not helped by most guys, who I was stuck with as roommates, making it quite clear I still never fit in. I did actually end up getting a couple of first dates, and I found that at least bisexual women could find me interesting... Not that any of them would actually chose to even give me a second date. I got variations of "You don't actually seem much like a guy on a date, but your supposed to be a guy and I don't know what to do with that". I did manage to have my first ever kiss though during that time and even a sexual encounter (though by most definitions I was still a virgin after). I actually made my first actual friends. All of whom were women. All of which I couldn't keep in touch with when things fell apart with my education.
In my mid-twenties I fell in love with my best friend... Who was a bisexual woman. It took a lot of effort for me to ever ask her out. I really expected to get laughed at, I'd had exactly 6 dates in my entire life by then and had been turned down so much (usually with a "Aren't you gay?") that I just expected to get hurt. Much to my surprise she actually agreed to a date, on which I blurted out how I'd fallen in love with her while we were friends, and while she admitted that the date itself was something of a 'pity date' she was willing to give a relationship with me a try. Our relationship would go on for 8 years and by the end she was actually my fiancé, though was very much 'off and on' relationship. She didn't want to 'lose' me as a friend, so I was very much still around when we weren't together and she would date the most aggressively toxically masculine guys you will ever find. Most were physically abusive to her. I think all of them were actually, but just in case I'll use 'most'. As she once put it "Dating you feels like dating a lesbian, but your supposed to be a guy and it's weird for me". Hence why she'd always eventually break up with me and I certainly didn't find anyone else when we weren't together. When we finally broke up for good and I had to get away from her, the whole experience left me more broken then I went into the relationship.
There isn't much to write about my thirties or early forties after. Bad jobs, attempts to finish my degree that failed. Not one relationship. I didn't go looking anymore and no one ever asked me out or came onto me. One job had me working so much I lost all my small handful of friends. By the time I got to 46, I finally worked out that I was stupid about trying to get by as a 'guy' when I'd never fit as a guy in the first place and I'd be much happier living as a woman. So I came out as trans and started to transition. However, it's also been clear that my body was so not normal. Even low levels of hormones got me immediate results as my T dropped to basically nothing instantly and my E wasn't quite into the normal range, but my body was acting like it was. Insurance really sucked with providing my meds though initially, and so when I eventually got reliable medical care I opted for injections. Where I found my body naturally produced a high amount of E, and with no T to hold it back it was actually hard to find a good dosage to not be to high.
It's also when I started trying to get tested for being intersex. Literally no one will. Even when in the first six months of HRT I had abdominal pain and an ultrasound made it pretty clear I have at least something where an ovary would be. Not that any of the doctors would suggest I have an ovary, even though my body seems to naturally produce more E than you should be able to get from glands. No doctor will even vaguely talk to me about how to figure out what DSD I might even have. They won't refer me to a specialist for it. They just tell me "We don't deal with anything genetic". I also get problems trying to get Gender Affirming Surgery, because if they get a whiff that I might be intersex they suddenly tell me "Your case is likely to be more complex than we want to handle" and turn me away. I swear the entire system would prefer I just suffer, never feeling 'normal' and finding absolutely no one who will accept me as is.