I remember growing up in the 80s and 90s being surrounded by a lot of men and women who really pushed the "black and white" envelope and with my neurodiversity, I gravitated to the girls and women. I still remember being in kindergarten and wishing that I could wear the colorful clothes and scrunchies and finding that I wanted to dress like they did and wear the scrunchies and all that, because that was the way my brain at 4 or 5 years old was designed. It wasn't a sexual thing, to me it was the girls got to wear the fun clothes and even when I talked with them, I bonded with them better more than the boys. And I was never interested in playing like war or a lot of sports like the other boys were or as I got older into my teens, taking woodworking classes or small engine repair, did not appeal to me like it did to the other boys, and I enjoyed doing more the stuff that the girls were doing like home economics (of course in the 90's they had started to teach the boys how to sew and cook and do all those things that in decades past had been considered "for girls and women only" in order to train them to be the best housewife they could be to their future husband and kids.) I remember and looking back now, I can see how my grandfather, who was born in the 1930's and was raised where the men were to be the "warriors" and train the next generation of men to not show emotion and that as a husband and father you were the head of the household and you were to rule your wife and kids with an iron hand, and you needed to know how to do repairs around the house and with your car, so that your wife and kids wouldn't have to worry, he was disappointed that I was not following what he was trying to get my grandmother and mother to do to steer me (as his oldest grandchild---and he was already disappointed by his son, my uncle, because my uncle and aunt did not have any boys and my grandfather came from an era where you kept having kids until you had a boy to carry on the family name) in the "correct" male way to where I would eventually marry a woman and have kids and "be the" stereotypical 1940's/50's "man" that he was expecting me to be. And yet I fought and did things that he saw as "girly" (like take music and drama instead of wood shop and small engine repair), because to me I was not interested in those masculine things and even looking back now, if I had the chance to change history, I would have probably taken the hairstyling course that my high school offered, even if it made me look really girly.
Even now I'm seeing how I'm putting into practice all these things I observed from girls and women over the years to let me come out as the woman that I was already meant to be.