I knew I wanted to be with girls since I was, like, 4 or 5. Like, really, really, REALLY early. I never had the "girls have cooties" phase. I even had what you could call sexual dreams as early as 7. Well, as sexual as a 7 year old would have, which is really just kissing and cuddling with naked girls. I wouldn't really get the whole "penetration" part of sex until I was about 12, which is also when I started masturbating.
I never actually had a chance to be with a girl until I was 20. My first kiss, my first and only partner, and she was, quite frankly, the single worst person I have ever known. I tried to get with girls in school, but they all thought I was weird. I had gal pals in middle school I could hang out with, but it got weird when I developed feelings for a few of them. Others just thought it was weird that a boy wouldn't have guy friends. High School? I might as well had ebola, or something. No one wanted anything to do with me, socially, sexually, you name it.
My virginity felt like an albatross around my neck, a curse I couldn't wait to be rid of. Because boys were nothing if they're virgins. They're jokes. And I was trying so hard to prove I was a boy, back then, and here it is, one more sign of failure. So I hooked up with this girl that honestly repulsed me, who was thoughtless, selfish, mean, manipulative, and a constant liar. And I let myself stay with her because I wanted so bad to be rid of this curse. Because, I think I had to have sex to be able to prove I was a "man" somehow. And she would do everything she could to undermine any sense of manhood I ever had, because i was never enough "man" for her.
Did your therapist say that was "too late"? Because I know mine was late. I don't know if it was "too late", but it was later in life than most claim to have their first kiss, at least. Not for a lack of trying, though. If I could have at 7, I would have. I sure as hell did try.