So, somewhat relevant anecdote: I cracked my egg at age 27-28ish with 2 kids. I had a lot of the same anxieties you’re describing here, which led me to try to repress for around 5 years before ultimately starting to transition at age 33 after my 3rd kid was born. It took almost ending myself twice to finally convince me that I really just had to do it. Because, even in the worst case, a trans mom is better than a dead dad for my kids every time. I’m now a year and a half into my transition and the only regret I have now is not starting sooner.

This feels like a statement that’s definitely true and only counts as satire because nobody has tested it yet