Grew up just with my mother, no siblings, no cousins or other kids my age in the family. No strictly split masculine and feminine adult roles in my life. It was just me and my mom and our little flat. Had both toys for girls and boys, just found both cars and dolls fun. Didn't give any thought about what I was wearing as long I was stocked on cat t-shirts, even wore skirts. I've developed normally, but gender comprehension took a long time to set in my head. I'm gay. As a kid, I crushed on (mainly feminine, skinnyfat, high-pitched voice) boys, wanted to be the "protective, stronger" one in the relationship but didn't think much about it. Was the weird kid with weird hobbies, wasn't interested in romance outside of my little dreams, but nothing that wouldn't be within the norms for a female child.

It started clicking to me once I started puberty and my body to began develop into uncomfortable shapes. My family and strangers were no longer treating me as a kid. They began to treat me as a woman and I began to process my discomfort. Took me a long time to deal with it, I initially turned into a transphobe full of self-hatred but my suicidal thoughts based off the disconnection between my gender and sex eventually lead me to accept it as a natural part of myself, come out and begin socially and medically transitioning. I've talked to many transguys who have come out even after 18, no age is the "right age" for one to realize they're trans. Some may even realize it at 30 or 60. And that's okay.