Growing up in a grim northern town I had no idea that lesbians or gay men even existed. No concept at all. I'd heard those words as insults but it didn't imagine it was possible to live with another person of the same sex? The only person who I'd met irl who might have been gay or trans was very sad and utterly shunned.
Only hetro sex in marriage with strictly enforced gender roles allowed - indeed it was compulsory. Nothing else was socially acceptable - we were all deviant, sinful, perverted and queer if not actally illegal. We all went to the same clubs as so there were so few of us.
The ideas of trans /queer/ sexuality and gender were all mixed up in the 70s/80/90s and not at all clear. Sweet transvestite, From Transexual, Transylvania went the Rocky Horror song, it might have been written in 75 but I didn't even hear it til after I'd come out.
I wasn't aware that women were allowed to be happily single or financially independed either.
For quite a long time as a young child I assumed all boys wanted to be girls. I remember asking questions to my male friends to try and tease it out of them, but they never gave anything away. I thought this just meant they were better at keeping it secret than I was and resolved to try harder to make sure no-one ever found out.
As I got older then poof and bender became the insults of choice for any perceived sleight of masculinity. People were all too aware of lesbians and gays, but it was the worst possible thing to be. I worried I was gay and experimented as my sexuality developed and whilst it was okay that didnt seem to be what was 'wrong' with me. I'd kind of hoped it was because then at least I'd be a thing, and there'd be other people like me, even if we were hated. But the truth was I didn;t really want to be with a man, and I didn't want to be a man.
I heard about transvestites, from those little adverts that were in the Sports pages of the tabloids for a cross dressing shop in London. I found out about the Beaumont Society, which at the time was a support group for cross dressers, and looking back things like that were all quite comical. The main focus seemed to be to show they were men, and in particular straight men, who just had this hobby they indulged, but were actually manly men with beards and wives who played football and worked as lumberjacks. That didn;t really seem to fit me either. Occassionally the tabloids would run a piece about someone havng a sex change, it always seemed to be an RAF pilot for some reason or perhaps thats just how I rememeber it. But it was framed in such disparaging mocking terms that even though this seemed to be more inline with my experience I just couldn't conceive of a world where I could ever do that, it was such a long way from what I was supposed to be. I used to imagine, or hope I guess, I'd have some weird accident, where my genitals would be damaged and I might then be able to get away with asking for a sex change without the associated social stigma and rejection. As a teen I got into glam rock and punk, and set about looking as much like a girl as I could whilst simoutaneously getting in fights, getting shitfaced, fucking off my education and generally being a wrong un. In truth, as angry as I was, about all kinds of things, this was all a disguise. I did evetything I could to show I was a man, even though I looked very femme, but even that was draped in that whole rock and roll awful big hair thing that was going on where you could look like a girl but had to get into fights, and do loads of drugs and have loads of sex with women - something I really tried to do but couldn't, I mean physically couldn't, what I now know was gender dysphoria made it almost impossible. Even in longer term relationships, when I felt comfortable with someone it was very awkward and I'd do everything I could to avoid it which pretty much killed every relationship I ever had. I was deeply depressed throughout this period, I thought I'd never be able to be myself, I'd never have a proper relationship, and I started to drink pretty much every second I wasn't working developing an addiction I have never fully shaken off. The only answer, or so I thought, was too try and make this weird thing I had go away, or find a way to ignore it, or failing that just make sure no-one ever found out.
It wasn't until I was in my early 30s and I got the internet, that I was able to find out more about being trans and was able to talk to some trans people. By this time I'd accepted, at least to myself, that this was something that wasn't going to go away, although by then I had a young son and so once more resolved to keep it hidden at least until he was older, which he is now and which is why I've started to open up about it and ultimately do something about it.
Anyone I'm only posting this self indulgent spiel as an example of what the alternative is to providing acceptence and support for trans kids. It seems a lot of people would like this world to return. I truly feel sorry for any trans kids who are struggling to come out and understand themselves against a backdrop of trans women being accused of being misogynists, rapists and paedophiles across the internet. This is why I think the rise in referrals to the Tavistock is potentially a good thing, because it means a lot of children are not living lives of denial, shame and secrecy, they are being accepted and supported. I cant imagine how my life would have turned out had I been brought up being told it was okay to be trans and okay to experiment with gender, and that if I wanted to take things a bit further, at a very measured pace, then that would be okay too (if I met the diagnostic criteria of course). I can't say my entire life has been misery, it hasn't, as I got older gender dysphoria became more of a nagging discomfort than an existential crisis, but had I transitioned as a teenager, and been supported in that, I suspect my early life would not have been anywhere near as chaotic as it was.