Evelyn-Yeah.  I'm happy for you, but very sad reading this because I worry I may never have this in my own life.  I don't get any of that.  Ever.  I have literally never had even one of those experiences, and, as much as I dislike this whole notion of "chivalry", in it's sexist nonsense, getting some of that stuff every now and again would be pretty darn validating.  What does that mean then?  I still don't pass?  Two years on hrt, two long years of stares, breakdowns, and utter misery, and I am never going to be any sort of woman?  Probably.  So...I'm sorry for keeping this post dragging on, but it's all I can think about-how do I get there?  What can I do to get to that point?  I'd really, really appreciate any advice anyone has to offer.
To everyone who keeps telling me not to care: I simply can't.  I don't care about strangers, not in the abstract, although I did spend the majority of last night seriously contemplating suicide or detransitioning (a far worse fate) because I had gone out for the day and I couldn't handle all of the stares.  But I care about how this is influencing my personal life.  I'm lucky to be in an accepting community at school for now, but when that ends, I might wind up totally alone, and unemployed.  I'm in a relationship with someone I have literally no interest in simply because nobody else has shown a sliver of interest, and I don't want to spend all of my time alone.  I'm going into a very competitive field, and if people know I'm trans before I become established, my career could be finished before it begins.  So in theory, I do not care very much about how strangers treat me.  What I care about is that it's a sign of the fact that I am an outcast who has no place in society, that this is going to follow me around for the rest of my life, and that, despite the struggle I've been through, I am a man.  I should have been a woman, not a trans woman.  Until other people agree with me when I say I am female, I personally do not think I can consider myself that.