Im transitioning late into 30s, and I noticed as my contructed persona is flaking off chunk by chunk, that the person inside starting to show is quite immature. I would definitely describe me a girl, not a woman- though physically adult.
That said, I am confident the responsibility aspects of my brain are developed and adult. The friction between being both adult and immature is coming though as mourning. I cry a lot when I think about the empowered, lovely young thing I could have been had I known trans existed and hrt was possible.
Now I have a short window to learn the ropes of my new role, seperate shield persona from self and explore who exactly I am- all within an environment of relationships and expectations that go along with those which where forged by my old self.
In my quiet moments I look around the house and feel like I just was handed the keys to this guys life- memories and body - but its not me. Not my memories experienced by authentic me.
Having that layer of unauthentic filtering has made my memories unauthentic in a way. Therefore my teenage years, twenties, thirties... it all has to be sifted through, new values assigned to those experiences and invalid ones lived anew by my new, authentic self.
So I feel... twentyish... I would say and a bit like a rural girl thrown into the city- having to quickly and embarassingly learn what city life expects of her.
Though completely committed to my wife, she is, in a way, my only sexual experience... the many before her where not really my experiences. It wasnt me and that wasnt my body. I feel horrible thinking about wanting to explore my sexuality as the new me, but as this forum is about truth and reality I feel its important to confess those thoughts are there and they are strong. New me is young and inexperienced at being me.
My childhood was abusive but not physically or sexually, I was constantly shown I was not valued by my parents. My school years where painful, awkward and filled with rejection, lonliness, bullying and feeling ill at ease in my (perfectly normal) body. I daydream about living it over as a girl... perhaps exploring this is a way to reevaluate those memories.