Hey, that day before my 20th birthday when I first noticed the incipient bald spot so high on my crown as to be invisible from the front, it just floored me. I knew at that moment that my life was over as I had lived it and had expected to continue living it and it was horrible. I also remember the feeling of helplessness in that back then, nothing helped, not exercise, biotin, diet, massage, you name it.
I don't want anyone to feel that pain if it's avoidable. It's like they say. It's even worse in a sense for those who had great juvenile hair that we treasured even beyond the fear of losing it. My identity was wrapped up in my hair and for those who grew up in the wake of the Beatles, hair became even more huge as an aspect of our lives to fret over yes but also to take joy in. I loved my hair and trans or not, I am still an XY and I get the pain. It's a brotherhood.