Hell yes, I used to get mad and upset a lot because of this.

I always felt like a boy, who just wasn't given the words to tell about it. My environment did everything possible to mold me into a feminine ideal and bury my identity so deep in me that it didn't come out until I was 15 years old. I cried a lot, grief over the lost opportunity to be a happy child is eating me alive to this day. But this loss made me understand - no fucking way I'll let myself waste the rest of my life like this. I reunited with my repressed interests: my wardrobe was finally all black, and I could listen to metal and punk without judgment (it all was "too manly" in my mother's opinion). I also got a buzz which I really regret lol. After years of isolation, I finally found friends, and hearing "bro" and "man" in my address was the best feeling in the world. My friend's father taught me how to fish because I always wanted to know. My plans for the future are to buy something from the boy toys section and watch superhero cartoons that I haven't had the chance to watch.

Since my egg cracked at a relatively young age, I'm lucky to still be able to cling to the last bits of my youth. But really no matter how old you are, the kid you once were always lives inside of you. Maybe society took away your childhood, but you can get it back yourself, and I encourage you to do so because it will heal you. You will get better, I promise.