Rather than hijack another thread, I thought I'd respond to
@Steph2.0's comment here:
Quote from: Steph2.0 on April 10, 2019, 10:04:17 AM
Exactly, Randi! I did some pretty cool things in the past that the new friends I've been making (who only know the new me) would be interested in hearing about. Most of them are safe because there aren't too many records online that they can check that would "blow my cover," so to speak. But there are things that are off limits that have me editing my conversations in real-time. For instance, I almost told someone the other day that as an Eagle Scout, I was taught to always be prepared. Whoa, girl, you can't say that! There were no girl Eagle Scouts in the 70s!
Another interesting thing is that lately as I think about the things I've done in the past, my brain is committing some revisionist history. I remember myself doing them - as my new self. My brain is slowly editing "him" out of my memories. I'm perfectly okay with that!
I participate in a Facebook group related to my flying experiences 40-ish years ago. For the most part, members there accept me as Kathy, no questions asked. But my dates are from a time when women were not allowed to fly military aircraft, so there is always the chance of someone catching the anachronism and questioning it.
I deal with it by ignoring it unless it becomes an issue. But sometimes people from my era show up. I had one guy mistake me for the actual first female pilot and ask on the group page if I was she. I responded to him by PM, to keep the discussion off the page, but I told him the full story. He was fine with it.
Another guy that I worked and flew with showed up one day. I thought I'd try a bit of subtlety. On the group page, I posted: "Hi, D, nice to see you. We were contemporaries in A flight, though you won't recognize me with this name." I then went on to relate an unforgettable incident that would certainly identify in his mind who I had been. His reply had to be the smoothest acknowledgement ever: "Hi, Kathy. Yes, that was a memorable weekend," confirming that he remembered the incident and therefore my old identity, but accepting my new identity.

I have also had the actual first female pilot "like" a story of mine that predated her training, pretty much acknowledging my background.
It is a fine balance between enjoying the reminiscences of an interesting past, avoiding public discussion of my transition, and outing myself when necessary. So far, it is working.