As a 1950 model myself, I have survived that and subsequent decades so I may have a different perspective -
I am the elder of two children in a prototypical 50's family; my sister is three year younger. But my upbringing was somewhat unconventional in that I was allowed to crossdress at an early age.
I really don't remember too many details but I had several dresses in my closet by the time I was six and had total freedom to express my femme self around the house and, occasionally, elsewhere. My underwear drawer was full of panties and tights and most of my shoes were decidedly girly. For years, my sister wore my hand-me-downs.
When I started first grade I was distressed when I was told I had to wear boy's underwear, socks and boy's shoes every day. Damn. Up until then, since I had the option of "he" or "she," it was a massive letdown.
Yes, my mom was rather "liberal" and not afraid of letting me express myself; Dad was another story altogether. After they divorced in 1963, I was able to "unhide" and expand my wardrobe. Mom taught me about gay men, lesbian women and Christine Jorgensen; she also taught me how to shave my legs, gave me make-up tricks and taught me how to walk in heels starting with a pair of tan suede thigh-high boots with a 3-inch stacked wood heel. (Talk about 60's retro...

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I don't deny the 50's and 60's were dark periods for a lot of reasons but I am ever so grateful for coming to age when - and how - I did.
As Sephira said, "The weird thing is, 50 years from now people will probably be saying 'How did anyone survive the 2010s?'"
Susan