Its really strange where I live in NE Florida. There lots of different kinds of people from all over with some of them being limited English speakers. About four years ago I presented as male when I was substitute teaching all over town and I had both adults and students call me ma'am one moment and the next call me sir. Now that I am my female self dressing like I do in my avatar, I am still called sir one moment and ma'am the next. I am also called, "Sweetie," "Dearie," "Honey," which waitresses and clerks seem to use interchangeably with both males and females.
Lots of times, I don't know rather, I pass or not. My girl friend, calls, me Michael, and refers to me as he. I really don't care. At my age, I have come to conclude that I can't change what others think. To me, I am she. Being retired at almost 66 and living on Social Security it hardly matters.
My message to younger trans people is that, don't worry, you will survive, you will get older, and someday, you, too, will become an invisible senior citizen. Just keep yourself together. Consistently be yourself and you will survive. And if you don't survive, at least you tried. If nothing else I hope that in living my life, those that follow after me will have an easier go of it.