Yes, and I'm not old by really anyone's definition; 20, 2 months HRT, with results I'm actually pleased with (these parentheses had a link to an image me; but if you're reading this now, you're too late to see said link!). My regret is probably because I told family at 16, did all I could to try to get rid of male puberty, prevent bone fusion, etc. I have a very supportive family, which I'm eternally grateful for, but it took this long, 4 years since coming out, officially- I think I told family at least indirectly around 4-8. I lost nearly 4 years of my life I could have had, with possible lots of irreversible damage in that time. Not only that, but I didn't go to prom as me, or graduate in high school as me. Sure, the former is just a silly dance, at the end of the day, but getting made up, finding a nice dress, all that, well, it wasn't an option. It's one I can never go back on...I want those moments back. I want some way to do something, without feeling like a pseudo-PTSD surrounds those words,
I did my share- therapists, telling what needs to be in an HRT letter, all of it. I wanted to be me in high school, or at the very least one day as me as a teen. Neither happened, and that's something I regret, with a dull pain every time I think about it. I set a goal to myself when I told family, that I wanted to live at least one day as me, before adulthood, later to in my teens. I failed both, and still regret that, because both were realistic given the circumstances. Instead, I'm left to live a cold, harsh fantasy of what could have been, played like a tape on loop, wondering what if?
The worst part is this happens, every day. I try to look at people for inspiration, around my own age (like Tessa from this thread, honestly, same age as me, with totally awesome results), and while it does prove to me what's possible, this chain of events makes me sad, every time. I just worry that it won't work out in the end with my lower than Barry White voice, at 80 Hz right now, try as I may. Am I happy for them? Of course. I just get angry and hate myself because they get to do at my age what I can't right now, basically none of them have low voices.
Warning: Self-harm message follows.
This is an ongoing problem for me, and quite honestly, a likely serious issue. If I see a video of someone who transitioned when I know I should have, based on what my family knew, and felt, along with SRS being very real to them (either completed or soon upcoming) around my age, it gets bad. I usually wind up crying, a huge pain takes over my body like a wave over the shore, and I wonder what the easiest method of death is, how I can get a quick gun, etc. If I knew I didn't need that material for SRS someday, I'd do what I did when I was 4 or 8, probably try to self-mutilate.
I also look at someone like Kim Petras, and that is frankly the worst. It really is. No vendetta against her, and while I realize many would have like to have been that young, I base my reaction on a few factors. One, I made this so fricking obvious to my mother (I tried slamming that thing down on the toilet multiple times a day so it wasn't there, covered it in the bath, etc.), who didn't catch on, and two we were born the same year. Why does that matter? Because, ultimately, the same resources, attitudes, etc. existed. She also does music, and is mildly successful, and as herself, no less. As someone trying to also get into the arts, albeit a different one, being turned down on a national level for my arts, not even as me, is a shot to the face, and you have the life I wish I had.
I also really need a relationship with a guy, but that darn sure isn't an option either, at this point, given my looks and voice. Likewise, I have no friends. The one I did make at university last semester was awesome, but went back to Canada (Quebec), as an exchange student, so I'm really lonely. I can't even socialize, though, because the sound of my voice is that awful to me, so I'm really stuck there, aren't I?
So it goes beyond crying for me. It's a serious problem, everyday, every time. I know what I have to do, get this birth defect cured, but gosh darn if I can any time soon, with the amount of classes I need, and my future career plans with the availability of time.
I just don't know how I continue to live...this body hurts too much, I've had my most important dreams, hopes dashed too many times on top of it, while seeing others with the same birth defect do what they want. Why can't I? I just want a chance, some way to do so. I think I need help, not sure how to get it, or how, too. Sorry for having to put anyone through this post, it's overtly superfluous, I'm sure.