I'm going to archive a testimony from another woman's experience of gender-dissonance and de-transitioning.
Her story has really stuck with me.
The following is a discussion pertaining drug abuse, molestation, and mental illness. There are some opinions that could be taken as prejudiced against transgender people. There is usage of slurs.
I encourage the reader to understand the author as a human being, but to draw your own opinions and conclusions.
The first post was published in a support thread for people who had lost a close friend, family member, or colleague to a destructive gender-identity-crisis.
"Note: if your friend or loved one transitioned and stayed the same cool person and are chill with themselves and you, more power to both you and them. This is for coping with people who destructively transitioned."
Glossary:
Troon - noun- slang term for a transgender individual.
It originated in the forums of Something Awful.
Fans of the site were referred to as 'goons'. Transgender members began to refer to themselves as 'troons' (trans goons).
This usage became adopted as a somewhat derogatory term.
Sometimes I see people differentiate 'troons' from 'regular transgender individuals, in saying that troon refers to unsavory, internet-addicted, unstable individuals. It really depends on what the individual means, in their own writing.
...'goon' has a negative connotation, because of the peculiarities of Something Awful's web culture. There was a lot of drama and bad behaviour committed on-site, so '"a goon is annoying', and 'a trans goon is an annoying trans person"
----to troon out (verb): to transition, or to 'come out' as trans.
Power-level - verb: "to reveal your 'power-level', i.e. "to reveal how strong that you are, your weaknesses, your personal information". to talk too much about personal details of one's own life, in public.
The term comes from Dragonball Z.
Spoiler - noun -- Much of this writing is hidden behind 'spoilers' on the original forum. They function like 'read-more links' on this site.
"Spoilered" - verb ---- to hide something behind a 'spoiler' link.
Pozz'd -- adjective - "testing positive for an infection." Originally described the spread of the HIV infection. In this case, it's used to describe an 'ideological' infection. Sometimes used derogatorily for homophobic "lol, gay" connotations.
i.e. "lol [you are] gay and pozz'd"
(Also may have sexual-fetish connotations. i.e. 'bug-chasers': people who intentionally seek to get infected with HIV through sex.
I believe this fetish subculture is where this specific term had originated from. "Pozz'd" describes a prospective sexual partner who already carried the infection.)
I think that should be enough...
Her first post:
[You may ask, "Who have you lost?"]
Myself.
I'm in a (hungover) rambling mood today, so please forgive my lack of brevity. I wish I could warn people like me, I wish I could help people, I wish I could spare them the same anguish. I'm going to powerlevel quite a bit, to an almost obnoxious degree, because I really can't talk about this anywhere else, as even my therapists and doctors are pozz'd on transgender ideology and they challenge me on my gender dysphoria that I experienced, saying that I was "misdiagnosed".
I was not misdiagnosed, the diagnosis was accurate. The treatment, however, was not.
The text block below is intended to provide context.
I was on exogenous testosterone for approximately 3.5 years, and, despite my regular objections to procedures deemed cosmetic, or medications not strictly necessary, I expected to remain on it for the rest of my days. I didn't talk about my transsexuality with anyone other than medical professionals, and was generally very quiet about my transition, because I truly considered it a medical condition for me to keep quiet and shut up about. I believed, at the time, that I did not care how others perceived me, because I chose to make no fuss about things such as pronouns and other terms of address. I didn't identify as "male", I didn't feel any kind of internal "gender identity", and struggled to understand what a gender identity even was, even after having it explained countless times to me by "queer" individuals.
The gender dysphoria began when I was a kid, though I obviously did not have the vocabulary to describe it as such. I grew up with all-male friends and, like all kids, could not fully grasp the concept of "puberty". I knew that my friends would grow up to be men, and I expected the same to happen to me, because, despite different sexes, considered myself to be the same as my male friends. My very first memory of intense mental distress at my gender must have been when I was 10 years old, and an older, very pretty girl was regaling me with stories of puberty, of periods, and breasts, and boys, and, let me tell you- I was absolutely devastated. I told her as much, she questioned as to why, and I replied, as we sat on a bench watching some friends of mine play basketball:
"Because I won't be one of them anymore"
I admired girls as a kid, I thought they were very pretty and very intimidating, but all of my socialisation came from my brothers, my male friends, and my father, and as such I was always rejected socially. I was criticised for being too loud, too weird, too dirty, and they didn't take too kindly to my habit for catching reptiles and other creepy crawlies, and proudly showing them off. I saw the way that my friends treated other girls, they were another species, and I was certain I'd lose my friendships. I was right, unfortunately.
It was alright for a few years, but most of my friends were gone soon enough. The ones who weren't no longer treated me as an equal, because, while they were reaping the benefits of testosterone and becoming faster, stronger, more capable, I was not, and, instead of being one of the most athletic as I once was, I was suddenly the weakest, which put me at the bottom of the social pecking order. I played co-ed sports and I envied my male peers for how much stronger and faster they were becoming with minimal training, whereas I would work my ass off and never fully match them.
Like every other woman, starting in my early teens, when I still very much had the mind of a child, I was sexually harassed by strange men old enough to be my father, I was groped on public transit, I was made to feel like prey. I developed migraines and arthritis due to oestrogen causing inflammation and causing my immune system to attack my tissues. I couldn't run, or draw, or do much of the normal childhood activities after puberty. In interactions with family and school, I was forced to perform femininity and suppress my loud, tomboyish personality, I couldn't understand why my interactions with society were suddenly so irreversibly changed simply because I had breasts and hips. I was still the same person I was a kid, so I couldn't understand why I was being treated so differently, why I could no longer enjoy what I used to.
I didn't know then that I could just be an unapologetically butch woman, the only examples I saw of womanhood were sexualised, hyper-feminine, and entirely antithetical to my ideals and character. I mistakenly believed that manhood was what I was "meant" to live as, because I didn't see any other option, I didn't see that I could just be a person.
My symptoms of gender dysphoria were classic, the same ones expressed by all the "old guard" transsexuals, and my doctors believed this was sufficient reason to pursue transitioning for me. My body truly felt "wrong", I hated my feminine characteristics, I had expected to develop as a man, I couldn't understand why my body was developing this way and the distress I felt was debilitating. I was desperate for a cure, and, because of my history, my autoimmune disease that was triggered by oestrogen, and the mental symptoms that manifested, I was considered a perfect candidate for gender transition. Looking back, I get the sense that the doctors had no fucking idea how to help me, and were just throwing shit at the wall to try to fix me. They did their best, honestly.
I naively believed that my psyche was discrete from my experiences, trauma, society, and conditioning. This was categorically incorrect.
In early 2022, I realised that transitioning could never get me where I truly wanted to be, and, while the experimental treatment was a valiant effort, and seemed to at least lessen the severity of the symptoms, I wanted a real cure. I just wanted to be happy, and I knew deep down that transitioning was not the answer.
There was a story I was told by a psychiatrist many years ago, it went something like this:
There was a woman who had treatment-resistant OCD. Everyday, when she would try to leave for work, she would start to drive, and suddenly be gripped by the fear that she'd left her curling iron on, and that her home would burn down. She arrived to work hours late, because she would turn back over and over again, to double-check that her curling iron was not left on. Her doctor tried everything- therapy, medications, nothing worked.
Finally, at an appointment, her doctor said to her: "Why don't you just take the curling iron to work with you?"
So, the next day, she took the curling iron with her in her car, and she got to work on-time for the first time in years.
The doctor was criticised by his colleagues for not treating the root cause of the OCD, only treating the symptoms. However, the woman's OCD was in remission at this point, and she was able to lead a normal life and participate in society.
I had originally believed that I was like this patient, that I had done everything I could do, and this would treat my symptoms and make me functional.
Now, I realised what a massive mental burden transitioning was, and I wanted to treat the disease itself, to get off of these hormones, to allow myself to date, and love, and live like a normal person. I wanted to be able to be able to just fuck off and travel without having to worry about medications, I hate surgery, and I didn't want to feel forced to modify a physically healthy body. As before, therapy and medication still did not work, it felt as though this gender dysphoria was an in-grained, immutable part of my psyche. All of the people that I spoke to, my parents, medical professionals, LGBTs, that I spoke to, affirmed that gender dysphoria was incurable except by transitioning. I'd read about how psychedelics had helped military veterans with PTSD, and I figured, "If it can help them, maybe it can help me".
So, caution to the wind, I took LSD, and it made me realise that my psyche and all of its aberrations were a direct result of a lifetime of trauma. My personality is a sum of my experiences, but not all of them. Ideas could be integrated or discarded, if an idea were enforced over and over again, it would become a larger part of my personality, but personality is not static. This seems so obvious in retrospect, but there's a difference between understanding something logically, and actually knowing it. My gender dysphoria was just a very deeply-rooted case of OCD, quite frankly, like other body dysmorphic disorders, such as anorexia nervosa.
I think of gender as a set of ideals, stereotypes, and performances that are passed down like tradition through society. It makes me sad that they are being revived with such fervour in western society, I wish they didn't exist, I wish women could be as masculine as they please without punishment, I wish men could be as feminine as they want; I wish it weren't "safer" and more socially acceptable to be a tranny then to be a butch woman or an effeminate gay man. I traded one set of gender norms for another to conform to the wills of idiots, when I could have just rejected all of it and lived however the fuck I wanted. I wish I could tell this to every modern transgender person, so they don't have to go through what I did to arrive at this conclusion. I wish I could make them see that there is nothing "wrong" with their body if it is functional and healthy, that they're facing a brutal mental illness that they can recover from with significant time and effort (and, I'll admit, maybe some very powerful mind-altering psychedelics).
I'm in therapy now, tackling the experiences that shaped me, those mentioned above and those omitted, because I can only powerlevel so hard on a public forum before even I believe that I am oversharing (LOL). It's a bit grating sometimes, because my therapist believes in transgender ideology, but it works, and it helps. Everyday it gets easier, everyday I grow, and change, and heal as a person. It's hard, but it is worth it.
I'd believe that not everyone recovers from gender dysphoria, it's hard to recover, believe me, I know it most of anyone, but transitioning shouldn't be treated as a first-line treatment, if dispensed at all, especially to young people still in the throes of puberty. It's cosmetic, it's a last ditch effort to try to help someone who is suffering. It is no silver bullet, and the pronouns, the denial of sex, is just a bizarre way to try to comfort and indulge someone who is deeply mentally ill.
I do mourn a bit of my visibility as a butch woman. Although my bone structure is undeniably female, due to my voice and personality, I am taken to be male most of the time in public. It's fine, such is life as a masculine woman, but I do wish I had taken pride in my identity and my reality, to live unapologetically as myself, to encourage young butch women to live as themselves without giving a fuck about what other people think of them. I transitioned to conform, and to escape mental anguish, and sexism, I shouldn't have had to have done that.
As an ironic aside, there has been promising research into my autoimmune disease using certain steroids to ease the symptoms and improve quality of life, so I may be going back on testosterone analogues in the near future, lol. Lady Fate has a dark sense of humour, I guess.
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兄貴 Forevermore replied:
I have regarding your experiences that you spoilered. There's an old friend of mine, she has severe PMS and feels likes trooning out because of this. Severe as in I can count the days and she'll have the symptoms like clockwork (Extremely bad temper, lack of concentration, depression, acne). I don't have PMS for obvious reasons, but is there anything I could say to dissuade them from this? I've already told them how being a male is not what it seems but no effect.
I'm sorry to hear, I've been in that position too. I'm sure she's seen many (likely male) doctors who have dismissed her conditions and offered no functional treatment, and she is tired of feeling miserable, so she sees testosterone as her only option. She might not listen to you, given that you are male, so you are welcome to show her this post or say you talked to a friend about it.
I won't lie, it [testosterone] is a good mood stabiliser, I was less emotionally volatile in some ways in that I was less fearful, I was happier, I had more energy and more motivation, but I also had greatly diminished impulse control and I was more keen to jump into conflicts with other people. It is the more fun hormone, I won't deny it, but it's really not worth the health concerns (osteoperosis, heart strain, blood clots and stroke above that of even natal males, memory issues), and her anger issues will remain no matter what sex hormones dominate her endocrine system. The reason why testosterone is a mood stabiliser is because it improves serotonin activity in key areas of the brain, including the amygdala.
As estrogen levels drop off before her menses, her serotonin in her brain plummets, which leads to overall feelings of fear, doom, anxiety, and lack of concentration. Fear and lack of control leads to anger. I'm sure you know this all already, but I find it helpful to lay things out clearly so we can consider the mechanisms behind our issues, and consider some possible solutions. Firstly, I'm sure she's already tried SSRIs and found, like many other people, they're zombie pills and they make you feel like shit.
With issues like depression, anger issues, lack of concentration, these are most likely more issues with how she interacts with her own mind and her life style, rather than purely her hormones fluctuating. She'll still have anger issues even if she is on testosterone. She has to learn how to manage her emotions responsibly, which is a hard skill to learn, but is possible. Due to chronic pain from neurological and rheumatic disabilities that are exacerbated by estrogen fluctuations, I also struggled with anger management, because chronic pain caused my baseline stress level to be very high just to cope with the pain.
Tips for anger management:
I'm sure it can be hard not to turn to physical aggression and violence when feelings get overwhelming, it's primal and instinctual, but it is also socially unacceptable.
1) If she isn't already, start meditating for 5-30 minutes/day, ideally morning and evening, but just evening works. This helps to give a sense of control and stability, and to learn how to feel emotions whilst also being able to observe them calmly. It really does help with reducing anxiety and improving motivation.
2) Work out everyday if she isn't already, ideally both cardio and resistance. It doesn't have to be a lot in the beginning, it can be a 30 minute bike ride and 20 pushups, but it's enough to raise your heart rate and get you out of your head, which reduces anxiety and aggression. It helps to consider active tasks that involve all of your focus to be a state of active meditation, like surfing, riding a bike, paddleboarding, that kind of thing. This is just anecdotal, but I've found exercise like this to really help with trauma and anger issues, and others have too.
3) FIX YOUR FUCKING DIET!! I don't care who you are or what you eat, I guarantee you can be eating better. When you are PMSing, your serotonin plummets, and what temporarily bumps serotonin? Shit food. Sugar, carbs, heavily processed garbage I wouldn't feed my dog, cut all that out. It will make her feel better at first, but the issue is that most of your serotonin is made in your bowels, and if she eats like shit, she will feel like shit. No pun intended. So put aside all those sweets and breads, eat just meat, cheese, nuts, mushrooms, full-fat yogurt, fruit, and vegetables. If she doesn't already cook at home, it can be a very rewarding skill to learn, and you can eventually start preparing all of your meals on sunday night and just eat leftovers throughout the week to save time. It sounds like a lot of work, changing your diet CAN be hard, but I promise it's worth it.
3.5) Take magnesium, vitamin D (if she doesn't work outside), B-complex vitamins, especially before and whilst menstruating. These helped with my mood, and the magnesium helps a lot with cramps and inflammation.
4) Don't repress your emotions. When you're angry, instead find an acceptable outlet, do pushups or go for a walk, which will get the adrenaline dump "out", and will also make you physically stronger, which is always a bonus.
5) Practice "box breathing" whenever you have a free moment. This is an example of bio-feedback, basically tricking your body into being calm and reducing cortisol. Breath in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, exhale for four seconds, hold (empty) for four seconds, inhale and repeat.
I mean this in the nicest way possible, but anger really is a state of mind. You can learn to manage it through discipline, exercise, meditation.
Hormonal depression and lack of concentration is a bitch, but just forcing yourself to move your body and exercise vigorously can help to really take the edge off. Beyond that, it may be worth speaking with a psychiatrist and looking into typically adhd-prescribed medications such as Wellbutrin, which is a dopamine reuptake inhibitor and is great for some (including myself) for aiding motivation and mood stabilisation, and Ritalin, or another stimulant to take on the terrible days to help with depression. Not many know this, but stimulants are sometimes prescribed for depression.
For acne, look into topical salicylic acid, it reduces inflammation, and wash your face 1-2 times per day (acne-formulated face washes are awesome). Witch hazel is also great. If her acne really is so terrible she wants to transition, perhaps she should see a doctor, but if it's just hormonal acne, it really should be very manageable.
You can't stop your friend from transitioning, but if her lifestyle and diet are shit it would be a good idea to fix that first, and to look into less harmful and permanent medications. She sounds like she's dealing with serious emotional regulation problems that she needs to figure out coping mechanisms for, and ideally see a therapist + psychiatrist for professional coping mechanism advice and medications. Testosterone makes you more impulsive, not less, and will not help with emotional regulation at all.
On being perceived as a man:
It's not uncommon for victims of a lifetime of misogyny, predatory behaviour, and sexism to see manhood as the key to their "prison". Unfortunately, being a manlet is not all it's cracked up to be. In work and life, as a perceived butch woman, I was sometimes mocked for my masculinity, but I was also respected, because I developed a hard and dominant exterior that forced people to shut up and listen in team meetings. I'm sure I was called a "bitch" sometimes, but that's how it goes. In social situations, when people started perceiving me as a diminutive male, while my competitive and harsh personality was expected of me and no longer controversial, I lost much of the respect I had earned, because I was suddenly the lowest in the pecking order of men. I have much more sympathy for men than I once did, the strength and size based pecking order of men can be brutal, even in more stereotypically "nerdy" fields.
[blogger's note: "My experience has been similar, in being mistaken for a real man."]
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兄貴 Forevermore replied:
I got my friend to not transition for now. I think your notes helped quite a bit but we did get in a physical confrontation (She got angry and tried to fight me, knowing I can't really fight back cause cops always blame the man, the irony) over it. I guess I'll take that as a win? I seriously debate if I should keep this friend right now. I hate how there's so few sane people these days.
She got angry, tried to wrestle me into the ground (she's got better joint and muscle density) but failed since I dodged so she reverted to the age-old crotch kick so I just sidestep swept and thew her onto the ground. Pretty sure in a real fight as a "man" she'd be put down at the first try and not with the kid gloves like I did.
Lol, fucking hell. I'm glad to hear your friend is holding off on making the same mistake I did. Testosterone made me more impulsive and competitive, and made negative emotions such as anger feel dialled up to "11"; since she's already so quick to jump to her primal instincts, that just sounds like a recipe for disaster.
No ADHD meds in my system, please forgive my rambling on the subject:
You are absolutely right about kid gloves coming off in confrontations when you are perceived as male; I used to be a lot more belligerent when I was perceived as just a regular butch woman, ironically, because my words would rarely, if ever, lead to me getting my ass kicked by the man I was challenging. On testosterone, I had to learn to be far more polite and reasonable, and to manage my anger, because now my challenges were matched and I could be easily beaten in a physical fight. It's funny, in "women's world", physical prowess just doesn't have much of a bearing on socialisation, and I reckon this was just some subconscious instinct activated by elevated testosterone, but when I sort of crossed that fence to the other gender, I was always automatically sizing up everyone I interacted with, to see if I could beat them in a fight. I also found that I felt more comfortable when teams were being lead by people who were physically stronger and fitter than I, and I had experienced strange moments of frustration where I would want to challenge a person giving me orders or instructions, if my lizard brain had determined they were weaker than I was.
It was all very strange, and I expressed as much at the time to a male friend of mine, it's apparently a regular thing experienced by some young men. It was all a very interesting look in how hormones affect psychology and personality.
I'm honestly rather grateful for the tough lessons I learned, hard as the road was and the mistakes that I made, it made me realise that my manners and words really do have consequences and social weight to them, and I still tend stick to my old habits of being reserved with my anger and "fighting words", resolving conflicts diplomatically, and always trying to approach social situations with kindness and respect. It's amusing to me, how roiding up ended turning me into this peaceful person. Oh, if 18 year old me could see me now, with her leather jacket and aggressive anti-authority ideology, she'd probably call me a "fucking pussy". lmao.
[blogger's note: "same here..."]
I think the world could be a much better place if social circles were more co-ed, so women might be exposed to the, if technically flawed, idea of "might making right", and learn to avoid making unnecessary verbal assaults on their peers. Similarly, I often find men who have co-ed friend groups, or female family members whom they are close to, are more empathetic towards women and avoid sexual harassing them, or falling into incel ideology pits of self-loathing and entitlement. Just as it made me a bit depressed for the state of our society when men in my life would see women as just a pretty body to fuck with an expiration date of 30, and a source for a son, it always made me sad to overhear women who dehumanise the men in their lives as free meal tickets or as being somehow incapable of feeling the full range of human emotion. What a novel idea, who would have thought that platonic socialisation with the opposite sex would lead to being better socially adjusted adults? (sarcasm).
My father always used to tell me, wonderful anti-war hippy he was: "violence is never the answer". It might piss your friend off again to tell her this, but I find it to be an accurate and helpful mantra to keep close to one's heart.
In regards to keeping your friend in your life, it depends on how much patience and energy you have to spare in rehabilitating them. I would not have gotten off of drugs, alcohol, and hormones, and into therapy, were it not for the unconditional support of my friend group. They pushed me to workout everyday, they made me eat right and learn how to properly cook for myself, they taught me how to reprogram my thoughts to not constantly insult and belittle myself, they encouraged me when the withdrawals and cravings were rotting my brain. I really, truly, could not have gotten where I am today without their help, and my gratitude is boundless. They helped me even when I was a wreck, without expectation of reward or thanks, when nobody else would, even doctors, because I hid my mental illness and addiction well and remained a "functional" addict. It was hard to help someone with a lifetime of mind-altering trauma, it was hard for them to help someone with dependencies on body-destroying substances, and they could have given up on me years ago, but despite it all they didn't. I can't ever really repay the favour, that human kindness I experienced first-hand, but I do my best by trying to help people in a rough spot mentally, even if it's tremendously difficult sometimes, even if it's frustrating and slow.
You have no real obligation to stand by a friend who is cruel and unruly, everyone is entitled to moderate their own experiences in life, but if you have the energy and the drive, and you want to help someone, just one friend can change a person's life around.
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Professor G. Raff said:
This is the most heavy thread on the farms. Whenever I come and read the accumulated posts I am always filled with sadness and a lingering feeling I shouldn't come back for my own mental health and that is just as an outsider looking in at situations that seem unbearable for those effected. At the same time, it's full of genuine heart-warming support that makes it feel like there is still some warmth in the world. My biggest take-away is the shocking amount of abuse and manipulation of women forced into adjacency of the tranny-sphere by MtFs… those stories are always so visceral and just show how often it's nothing but a ploy for control and fetish fulfillment. It really makes me appreciate the farms for giving them a place to vent about it as I would bet anything trans-widows would probably be one of the most savagery attacked groups on the normie internet.
It's a heavy thread, but I've come to cherish it. There's no place on the internet that I have found where I can speak, without censorship, on my first-hand experiences with the abusive and manipulative nature of TIMs and the Trans Rights movement as a whole. There's Ovarit, of course, but I've found them much too misandrist to be around. I don't hate men, my father is one, after all. Even through bad experiences, we have the benefit of being able to see patterns in the behaviours of these terrible men, and warning others, not that many people seem to be listening.
I've tried, in the past, to speak on these experiences with my now-former friends, and I was met with responses demanding I use his pronouns, that he was just a pooooooor mentally ill transgender 'woman' and he didn't really mean it, that not all transgender individuals are like that. Fuckall sympathy, because I was committing the thoughtcrime of referring to a man, 6'+, born with testicles, a penis, and capable of sperm production, as "he". It is absurd to me that an autistic gossip forum of all places is a place where I find understanding and shared experience. It's the Yaniv and the CWC cases all over again, over and over, demanding victims of abuse walk on eggshells around narcissistic, worthless, weak men to avoid hurting their feelings. I lost years of my life, my health, spent a small fortune trying to repair my mind and spirit, and I'm expected to protect him? It's absurd! It's just more gaslighting and manipulation. By "validating" (I truly hate this word) the identity of these men, it seems to me that they're condoning this behaviour within their community. It's disgusting, it's cultish, and it's abusive.
Tard Whisperer said:
(lol, tard whisperer...)
I am just sick of this, I wish I could just go along with trans ideology, it would be so much easier.
I hear you, I understand you.
I hate these creepy fucks, I really do, but part of me wishes we'd all just shut up and get it over with so we can get back to dealing with our real issues. Issues with reaganomics still plaguing the US in barely-disguised corporatism, workers' rights, poor city planning and land allocation, environmental and natural resource protection, better parental support, responsible farming practices that don't rape and murder our topsoil (dustbowl, anyone?), better public transportation solutions, cost of healthcare, an outdated education system, cut funding to art and music programs for children, housing, I can think of a million other things the left could, ought to, be focusing on instead, but here we are, still bickering ineffectually about eunuchs. It's exhausting and frustrating. Both mainstream political parties are laughable shells of their ideals, it's depressing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Trans Rights movement is a ploy by the elite to keep us all too busy and angry to notice any of our real problems, but conspiracy theories are something I try to avoid espousing.
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A few years ago I ended up in a sexually, emotionally, and physically abusive "BDSM" relationship with a degenerate TIM who fetishised and envied my inherent anatomical femininity as a woman, and whose idea of womanhood consisted of being sexually degraded and dominated. He would get angry with me whenever I would spend my time studying some skill, or spending time with anyone except him, he was exceptionally jealous and entitled, and he would force himself upon me sexually and blame it on "his body", that he just couldn't control himself, and that really, I should just be flattered. During our time together, he convinced me that I was FTM, and I believed him, because I was in a very mentally vulnerable and dissociated state at the time. I was told by every doctor, psychiatrist, and psychotherapist that I met the clinical diagnosis for Gender Dysphoria and that if I just took this drug and had these surgeries, I would feel better. I was hesitant, I think I knew, in my gut, that this was wrong and wouldn't save me, but I nevertheless injected 0.2-0.3ml of testosterone cypionate once a week, for a little over three years. The timelines are fuzzy, but I eventually snapped out of his conditioning, by the grace of some kind and benevolent god, and left, and he accused me of transphobia and made me out to be the abuser in the relationship. I never was much of an addict before him, I smoked some pot and drank a bit on the weekends with friends, as one in does, but after our breakup I was an alcoholic and a junkie, and I was still abusing testosterone. I was getting high and drunk on anything within reach nearly everyday, and I was actively suicidal and self-harming. One of my favourite drug classes at the time were dissociatives, such as DXM and Ketamine, the former notable for causing permanent brain damage in one "minor" trip akin to binge-drinking for several weeks straight. DXM is not a fun drug, do not do it, ever. Do not abuse benzodiazepanes either, they're a dogshit, stupid, dangerous class of drugs.
Earlier this year, I was reckoning with the fact that I was still being crushed under the weight of trauma from that relationship, childhood sexualisation and objectification, and misogyny, all of which I had internalised and was too mentally frail to even attempt to process. Not everyone cracks under the pressure of the aforementioned, and I suspect the emotional vulnerability to abuse that is common in people with ADHD/ASD is why GD is so commonly comorbid with being "neurodivergent". But anyway, I wasn't getting any better, and no matter how hard I tried, I just kept relapsing. I wasn't telling people I should have about the fact that I was really, really sick, and because of the drugs I was using, I was able to appear happy and productive in spite of all of it. I felt like I was going to remain on testosterone for the rest of my life, because it helped me dissociate from my sex just enough to help me avoid killing myself, which really was not an ideal situation.
I'd been doing research for months prior on how LSD and other psychedelics like DMT and psilocybin were being used to treat people with PTSD and treatment-resistant depression, and in early 2022 I bought a gel tab of LSD in the shape of blue pyramid, with gold flakes in it. I meditated for awhile, and prayed to whatever god there is to protect me and guide me, and to please, just cure me of my dysphoria. LSD is a lot, as a drug, it was kind of like pushing the big red nuclear button, and I don't have much of an interest in ever doing it again, but I do feel like it saved my life. I was in a safe, sunny bit of nature when I took it, I painted, and journalled, and ate fruit and chocolate on it and, spirituality aside, it allowed me to see the "timeline" of my life, how I got from my childhood to here, and how every traumatic event coalesced into this impenetrable black mass of GD. I stopped dissociating, and I stopped hating my body for what it was, and started seeing it as a tool and a vessel for my mind, that I can use to do what I please with in this life. It didn't need to make me sexual prey, or be a signal of my inherent inferiority, it could just be… functional. I stopped taking drugs (including alcohol) and testosterone after that, and went to therapy.
I'm still seeing a therapist, I don't know how strictly helpful it is, though. I changed more about my psyche in that one day, with how very malleable and downright vulnerable to suggestion that drug makes you, than I think I have in all the months following it seeing a psychotherapist. It's amusing, in a way, I sort of brainwashed myself into loving myself, not being an addict, and working towards not being a mentally ill basketcase; it's no wonder the CIA tried to use it to brainwash people. Therapy is making it easier to speak openly about my emotions, at least. Prior to LSD and prior to therapy, I was stoic, I cried maybe once or twice a year if that, it was very unhealthy, and I felt I couldn't trust anyone around me.
It still crosses my mind, every once in awhile, to try to therapise myself with psychedelics again, but they're pretty intense and it doesn't feel right yet. We'll see.
Because I think every story deserves a bit of a silver ending, I'll finish with this: I have this very good friend of mine, who was abused in the ways that men always seem to be, with how systematically they are emotionally neglected and abused, in the minimum, and we've bonded over being broken people who want to change. He's helped me through these long couple of years, even when he didn't need to; he's very kind, patient, and gentle, he makes me feel safe enough to let my guard down properly for the first time in years, and I try to make an effort to trust him, as a close friend, even though I am also trying my hardest to avoid what happened last time I became rather smitten with a nerdy man. I made a deal with myself to not make any major life changes until one year post-trip, so we'll see how this relationship goes. Maybe I'll go out with him, maybe I'll wing(wo)man for him and help him find a gorgeous wife to settle down with and I'll be an aunt to his kids, but either way, I'm happy he's in my life. I'm pretty lucky to have met him honestly, abused women who detransition have a habit of becoming radical misandrists. Even though I feel like I wasted my 20s on all this shit, I feel like things are going to be okay.
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AMHOLIO said:
Then you do the same for troons and 70% of the time they don't get told "You have underlying trauma you're not dealing with/Your logic is flawed and we need to deal with how you picture male and female/ You're an emotionally manipulating piece of shit" like they should, they're given reassurance and shit.
You've hit the nail on the head. This is my issue with the Trans Rights movement, and including it in with the LGBs at all. Transsexuality/Transgenderism is treated as something innate to a person, rather than a very complex and troubling mental illness. I am living proof that even the most traditional case of "Gender Dysphoria" is not something you're born with, even if it can manifest in very early childhood, and every time I try to speak publicly on this matter I am told I wasn't "really trans", that "putting people on cross-sex hormones and cutting them up is totally a good idea, guys!", and appeals are made to my civil libertarian ideals about letting fuckheads do what they will with their own bodies. When you affirm someone who is deeply unwell that they are just like this it does a couple of things:
1) If they are the insecure or self-absorbed sort, it encourages rabid defense of one's "identity", and further closes them off to future help. Nobody can get better from medication or therapy, nobody, unless they actually want it.
2) It pushes vulnerable individuals down the path of hormones and surgery, because everyone is telling them they were just born broken, and they'll be stuck like this forever, to the point of crippling body dysmorphia of the likes of anorexia, and dissociation, unless they undergo dangerous and experimental body modifications, which don't even help in the long-run.
You know why (the 'true GD') trannies, the one's who aren't doing it for a fetish, feel a sense of "relief" when they start developing secondary sex characteristics of the opposite sex, or when they do everything in their power to obliterate the skeletal or soft flesh signs of their natal sex? It's because they're tortured by all this baggage they attach to their sex, from unresolved trauma, and this "relief" is a method of dissociation. Which fades quick, for as long as a transgender-identifying individual possesses any evidence of their past and their natal sex- name, pronouns, breasts or lack thereof, skeletal structure, they'll be reminded of whatever trauma or conditioning caused this, and they'll eat themselves alive trying to cut it out. The anorexic patients with poor self-esteem, with no feeling of agency and control of the self, so scared of being fat and losing control, or being ugly, being reminded of whatever horrible experience triggered this disorder in the first place, are exactly the same. Hormones and surgery can't cure this, and if people say it did for them, they are lying or still caught up in the temporary relief of cutting out some part of themselves that offends their ill psyche.
This treatment plan helps nobody. Obviously.
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Homofascism said:
I’ve got a kid on the way, do you all think this gender hysteria will have died down by the time they hit their teens or am I going to have to put in some serious work to make sure they don’t troon out? If TikTok and Discord are around then they’re being blocked on the network level, what else can I do apart from be a good parent? Where I live I can be put in jail for 10 years if I deny my child gender affirming surgery as a teenager. My own child becoming one of these coombrained sex-perverts is my greatest fear.
If you have a daughter, let her have whatever tomboyish interests she might have, let her wear "boys'" clothes, let her cut her hair and go run outside in the mud, encourage her to pursue her interests in the sciences if that's her thing, a lot of the old fashioned dysphoria seems to come from GNC (tomboys/effeminate boys) children not being allowed to explore their interests fully. Also, keep her safe from sexual predators, pornography, and the dicks who will tell her that her only value as a woman is looking attractive and that she's inherently less valuable or competent, due to her sex.
Same goes for if you have a son, let him play with dolls, paint his nails, and grow his hair, and don't punish him for being emotional or sensitive.
With all the trans people I've spoken to over the years, the common thread for men and women is that the boys tend to be punished severely for being emotionally sensitive ("boys don't cry", and so forth), and liking traditionally "girly" things, and the girls tend to be tomboys or butches who are denied the ability to explore their interests and envy boys for being able to do the same, and are later sexualised and dehumanised too early. Sexual abuse or exposure to a BPD or narcissistic family member will also increase the chances of your kid becoming trans.
Basically, just explain that men and women (and girls and boys) are all just human at the end of the day, and you can have whatever career, interests, and personality you like, even if it doesn't conform to sex stereotypes/gender roles.
BoomerSperg1922 said:
You're right to some degree but dress wearing? Nah, that's a line crosser. We have different clothes for different sexes for a reason.
If he wants a stuffed bear or she wants an army figurine that's fine though.
My childhood best friend used to wear my princess dresses and fairy wings, and push around a baby doll in a pram, when we were kids. When you're like 4-8 years old it doesn't really matter, you're just playing dress-up. He turned out a regular heterosexual man, for the record.
兄貴 Forevermore said:
I heavily disagree with the emotionally sensitive part. My father used to beat* the absolute shit out of me for showing emotion, and when I didn't as a teen, he said I wasn't being emotional enough so I'd die alone, never get a woman and would be a failure in life (and then beat me again). He also made it clear the genders (and the respective expectations) are not equal.
I don't remember showing emotion often since I was 6? Still ended up mostly functional in society and not a troon.
I'm just some retard who likes gay wrestling videos so you should probably take me with a grain of salt though.
Glad you turned out alright. I wasn't saying that every boy who experiences what I mentioned grows up trans, but the ones who do, tend to have that in common. Like smoking and lung or throat cancer, it's just a risk factor, not a guarantee. I suspect it's something to do with them noticing the unequal treatment of emotional vulnerability between the sexes from a young age, and wanting to transition out of it. The parent in this thread was asking about risk factors for GD, and I was giving them the experience that I've gained over these years.
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Hepativore said:
As many of us here have had experiences with people who were clearly mentally ill which lead to them trooning out, would therapy or mental health actually have worked?
No. Psychotherapists, psychiatrists, general physicians, even fucking endocrinologists, who should, of all people, know the serious physical health consequences of turning a person's sex hormones upside-down, are of no help to someone actually suffering from GD. All they do is affirm, affirm, affirm. They tell you- "this is a real disorder, you were born like this, we don't know what causes this, and no other therapies other than gender transition can soothe this mental anguish". It is arguably even worse than the social indoctrination, because they're authority figures who are supposed to have your best interests at heart.
Gender dysphoria (and transsexuality/transgenderism) is a dissociative disorder, a body dysmorphia disorder not unlike OCD and adjacent anxiety disorders, a trauma response, an identity, all rolled into one. It is notoriously difficult to treat because of the aforementioned; it's difficult to describe the suffering and feeling of being truly trapped and tortured by your own flesh, it's why in the 20th century the patients were transitioned, because indulging their delusions was the only way to get them half-functional enough to work a job. It works, sometimes, treating the symptoms, for a little while, but it always resurfaces. The sad truth is, transitioning does not cure GD, and, like an anorexic patient on diet pills, they will keep chasing their method of dissociation and control, until they die, never satisfied, never healed, never experiencing a moment's rest in their tortured, sick minds.
Hepativore said:
If any of these people who were victims of troonery tried to seek mental help, would they just not be pushed down the troon path even more? The idea of troonery has become so prevalent, that it seems that it would be recommended by most mental health professionals now as a sort of cure-all to anybody who is having doubts about gender conformity and related issues with self-esteem. Maybe I am being paranoid, but just how much has gender ideology infected the mental health profession at this point?
What you suspect is true. Doctors are of no real help to anyone with GD, their instructions are to affirm and to provide access to dangerous hormones and surgeries, and they carry out their orders with efficiency and without question. Anyone you speak to about your troubles with your symptoms of this terrible disorder, or if you even mention you suspect you may be trans, they immediately affirm you. It is hard to make an informed decision when you are mentally impaired from your mental illness and desperate for some peace and quiet in your skull, and when nobody presents any alternative options.
Talk therapy is so rarely effective for such a complex disorder, anyway.
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Hepativore said:
With many of these examples that we have witnessed in this thread, the people who bought tickets to the Troon train did not actually have true "gender dysphoria" but other mental disorders that either masqueraded as GD or trooned out of escapism. True GD is extremely rare.
Maybe, maybe not. With how common eating disorders and other self-destructive disorders are, I would not be shocked if the numbers for 'true GD' were higher than anticipated. Bear in mind, I was just a regular woman with a clinical history of OCD and abuse, and plenty of people are abused sexually, physically, emotionally, every minute of everyday. It's a fucked up trauma response and seems to usually be a reaction to internalised sexism/gender roles and homophobia, sexism and homophobia are pretty much just facts of life. The people we've seen without "true GD" seen to be GNC autists, terminally online fetishistic incels/femcels, and grooming victims, but I'm not entirely convinced that someone can not spontaneously develop GD after being exposed to trans messaging. To make an easy comparison, if you have OCD, it's pretty easily to accidentally pick up new anxieties and body dysmorphic traits, think about all of the young women who develop anorexia after comparing themselves to hungry skeleton fashion models, and having friends who are anorexic. Transsexuality has been observed to function like a social contagion, and it might be reasonable to suspect the actual disorder might be catching too. Couple this with the fact that being trans gets entangled with their identity, and it seems like a spreadable disorder that would be hard to treat. Remember, it is impossible to get better if you identify as a victim, and every trans person I've ever met considers themselves a victim- a victim of circumstance, of mental illness, of transphobia, and so on.
redcent said:
We're talking mostly about the usa, who's healthcare system is so bad doctors prescribe marijuana without a second thought (and it baffles me still why over there the doctors don't give a crap, that kind of shit wouldn't fly over here) . And in what would now be a stressed system after a global epidemic? Yeah, it's bound to screw up. It was doomed from the start, add lgbt brow beating into mix, you're screwed.
Yes, I imagine the doctors are doing the best they can, and they're under enormous social pressure from their employers and trans activists to conform with the new treatment protocol, so I can't blame them entirely. After all, if you espouse even the slightest hint of being gender critical, you can be fired and have your name blacklisted from every employer. Still, it is frustrating having dangerous body modifications being used as first-line treatment for people arguably too mentally ill to even consent to such drugs and procedures.
redcent said:
Then what would be?
There may very well be a third option out there, who knows?
I can speak on this, if you want. Just to establish some credibility, in case you haven't picked up on what I've been putting down, or read my past posts in this thread, I am a woman who formerly had clinically-significant symptoms of GD for many, many years, and later detransitioned when I realised the drugs weren't helping, that the side-effects were too dangerous, and that, carrying on like this, I would never, ever be happy. The mental disorder never quiets, not even when you try to dissociate from it with hormones, drugs, and alcohol.
I got most of these strategies from researching treatments for other anxiety disorders (BDD and the often comorbid anorexia/bulimia, and standard OCD), traumatic disorders (such as PTSD), and dissociation/derealisation disorders. Additional potential strategies could probably be found by reading literature about the previously mentioned. The main issue is it takes a lot of courage to face your past traumas, and you have to actually want to change, most people with GD are too fucked in the head to try. It's the nature of the beast, honestly.
Firstly, I treated it like OCD. I removed the term "gender dysphoria" from my vocabulary, as this only reinforces and feeds the anxiety, and I just tried to analyse what I was feeling, why the sight of my own body would trouble me so. I would sit with myself and try to think back to the very first time I'd ever felt this way, what triggered this anxiety in me. For example, in the case of my breasts and hips, it was due to be sexualised at around the age of 10 by vile old men, and as an autistic girl, my reaction was to see the offending anatomy as the reasoning for my exposure to objectification and sexism, and to loathe it and desire to remove it. Every other exposure to sexist and homophobic behaviour served to reinforce this belief in me, before I even consciously realised it. After figuring out what events caused a certain aspect of GD, one could try to reassure themselves that they're safe, they're an adult who doesn't have to dignify sexism and homophobia with a response, and attempt to integrate the traumatic experiences and move past them. When GD thoughts would emerge, I would observe them, but not indulge them, because it can trigger an anxious spiral into a mental health episode. All of this is easier said than done, of course, and I seriously struggled with the final step. It is hard to change the profoundly mentally ill.
I treated it like a dissociative disorder, spending time with myself in nature, taking stock of my surroundings, the sky, the wind, the grass, the birds, my own breathing, and finding myself to be a part of all of it. This helped a little. I did focus-consuming exercise in the form of stand-up paddleboarding and weightlifting, in an attempt to force myself to see my body as only a useful tool that I feel deeply connected with, rather than a sex object and evidence of my inferiority, I tried to ignore every terrible lie people have told me about my body and my sex. This gave me moderate success, but the GD still lurked and resurfaced frequently.
During this time, I meditated frequently, to try to calm my anxieties. It helped only a little with the GD.
I'd done research on how psychedelics were being used to treat traumatic disorders that refused to budge, especially in victims of sexual abuse and war veterans. Your intentions, setting, and actions on these substances are critical, and I really do hesitate to recommend them to anybody. For better or for worse, a substance such as LSD makes your psyche incredibly malleable, so you could use it to radically alter your way of thinking and move past the trauma that is causing the GD, abandon the identity, or accidentally give yourself new trauma by having a bad trip. I've known trans people who have taken literally hundreds of doses of LSD and never changed, because the drug is what you make of it. In my case, I meditated, prayed to whatever deity is out there for guidance and safety, begged it to help me finally feel comfortable in my body and no longer have GD, and spent the day painting in nature processing my trauma. I really think my past efforts to find the causes of my GD, redefine my body's purpose and dismiss my experiences with homophobia and sexism as the opinions of assholes, and just observe my anxious thoughts without chasing after them, helped significantly. On this substance, I was able to see every past event that lead to my current situation, and I was able to move past the vast majority of them. I think about it like psychotherapy as we all hoped it would be, since the substance allowed me to take stock of all of my past bad experiences without fear, understand them, and put them away.
I do not believe I would have recovered without being able to radically alter my psyche with LSD, because of how complex and deeply-rooted GD is. As dangerous as it can be if you are not in a good and prepared mental state, if you do not have experience with anxiety de-escalation, if you are not in a safe place physically (a place in nature on a beautiful, sunny Spring day seems best), it seems to be an invaluable tool for someone who can not otherwise recover from a traumatic mental disorder. I would rather take a drug once that actually helps, rather than take hormones for the rest of my life, anyway. My best advice to anyone would be to treat the "you" that will be on LSD like a very young and fragile child, have access to paints and drawing implements, fresh fruits and other foods you like, a good, comforting, and calm environment with access to nature, and knowledge in how to calm and comfort a small child. At risk of waxing religious, it really does feel like starting life over again.
TL;DR: If done in the right environment, with care and preparation, and with intentions in mind, psychedelics could present a better treatment option.
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I had a similar experience with cannabis.
It relaxed my mind enough that I looked at my experiences without 'getting defensive', without fear.... Just looking at it as a series of cause and effects --- like an engine with running parts.
After one particular smoke sesh, I completely got over my personal desire to pretend I was male in ways that I was not. I obviously still like to 'roleplay' as characters who are male, but they are also human beings as I am. I gave up that unnatural fixation on the gender trait.
I stopped smoking, because come-downs and withdrawals annoy me. I'd rather go with my own endo-cannabinoids, than rely on some exogenous substance to keep me happy. Still, I have a lot to be grateful for.
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redcent said:
Things like that though could use some looking into. I'm leery about lsd but what do I know? Options like that and even more options should be available but the world is cucked. Nobody wants to experiment, just deal drugs to kids as some sacrifice to a raindow flag god.
In regards to wanting the options available through legitimate means, you'll be pleased to note that we are in a renaissance of psychedelic research, there's been research on MDMA, psilocybin, LSD, ketamine, and mescaline, among others I'm probably forgetting right now. It's fringe and very experimental right now, but there is reason for optimism. One day, definitely not tomorrow, probably not even a decade from now, we might be using these substances to help people process their trauma and let go of self-destructive, dissociative behaviours, gender transition included. You can, of course, find plenty studies online, but if you'd like something a bit more personable that you can watch on your night in, there's a nice mini-series on Netflix that discusses the history, the effects of the drugs, and potential psychiatric applications. It's really exciting stuff.
You are totally right to be wary of psychedelics though, I definitely have a hard divide in my life and my memory of "before LSD" and "after LSD", and even though it wasn't a negative experience in the slightest, I'm not keen on trying it again any time soon. Everyone's experiences with the drug will be different, of course, but it really changes a person's perspective on things, in a way that's very difficult to fully put into words. I can talk about how it made me able to see my past clearly in a way that wasn't scary or painful, I can talk about how it helped me reconnect with my body, I could rave about how beautiful it made the natural world seem, with layers of order in the chaos, the beautiful growth patterns in mint leaves, seashells, and the grain of wood, I could talk about how it gave me an unshakeable belief in a higher power, but none of that really captures what it's actually like for a person to take it. All these months later, and it could just be my lifelong depression easing, but colours still seem brighter, more beautiful. It fundamentally alters who you are as a person, and I don't think everyone is ready to experience that. In therapy spaces, with guidance and support, maybe more people could, but I worry for the safety of someone like me just trying it alone, and having a negative "life-altering experience".
redcent said:
That, and I'm pissy at the world in general. There's this growing cult and everyone else gets the blame. Feminists get the blame, therefore all women get the blame, never mind who was in feminism for what. Pharmaceutical companies get the blame even if they're busy selling antibiotics. Gps get the blame even if their hands are tied. Churches get the blame for not doing enough even though media's got them by the balls for "intolerance". I'm just sick of it and wish consequences finally go to the people who are to blame: lgbt. Not like violence or anything. I just wish the pride group would learn some shame. This or worse things will go on until they can finally step up and admit they should put up with phobias going their way like the rest of us do.
I hear you. These are troubling times we're living in. On some level, all of the groups mentioned are "to blame". I was a good little feminist once, I believed that TIMs were truly just poor, mentally ill, effeminate gay boys who deserved go be treated with respect and tolerance, I didn't know about the dark underbelly of autogynephilia, and I knew what it was like being GNC and being punished for it, so I supported the Trans Rights cause. Many oldschool radfems saw them for what they were, of course, but not all feminists are innocent of falling for the appealing message of tolerance of unusual individuals. It is understandable for people to be suspicious of pharmaceutical companies, too, everyone remembers what happened in the US with Purdue Pharma and opioids, of course. They are companies who want to make money, at the end of the day. The physicians, some of their actions are understandable, like you said, their hands are tied, but the butchers are evil like none other. One could even blame the unholy trinity of social media, Tumblr, Twitter, and Tiktok, for proliferating it.
The most frustrating of the people pushing this "treatment" are the trans rights activists, as you said, who spout the doctrine- "trans women are women, you are born trans, the only option for GD is transitioning" with such vigor, and shut down any other research into possible treatments, any acknowledgement of the fundamental differences between male and female bodies, any mention of the grooming that goes on in the community, and any mention of the grim realities of hormones and surgeries. The information control is astonishing.
At the end of the day, we have to learn how to just take care of our own, do our best to help the vulnerable, and ignore their antics, except to laugh at them in private. There's not much more we can do, with how powerful of a political presence the TRAs are.
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I want to encourage the reader to nurture your own opinions --- not to take my word or anyone else's word as an ultimatum.
This last post could sound 'extreme'. I'm not particularly decided on the matter, but I like her explanation of mentally-ill logic.
Whether or not a particular person is following the logic, that is situational... but it is a form of logic that exists.
So I will include this:
Pee Cola said:
Transgenderism has been hijacked by loudmouthed grifters and/or sex pests with its biggest victims being true and honest trans people. Many of whom are aware they're unwell, and just want to deal with it as quietly and discreetly as possible.
This has been my experience as well, being intimately acquainted with the trans movement for many years. It's a sad thing, but the mental illness, if they are indeed not an individual transitioning due to a fetish, that causes you to not recognise your own body and sex, and to feel so crushed by internalised gender roles that transitioning seems to be the only possible chance at freedom, runs very deep. It's a very elaborate method of escapism, it's why the old guard "true and honest" transsexuals express that they felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders, why they suddenly became a happier and more emotionally available person, and why they react so strongly to having their escapism shattered (misgendering, for example). There is trauma that runs very deep that is crushing, and being reminded that their constructed reality is not actually true triggers a flooding back of whatever deep-seeded childhood abuse, sexual abuse, or other mental scars, which they try so very hard to keep buried.
Typically, these "true trans" individuals were non-conforming in one area or another from early childhood, maybe they were effeminate boys who were harshly punished for their emotional disposition and interests, or butch girls who were made to believe that they would never be good enough by being their natural selves, and were subjected to corrective punishment by their family or peers, sexual or otherwise. They believed, "if only I had been born a boy/girl, then I could be good enough, then I could do what I wanted without being punished". Even after you leave home physically, a part of you is still that scared kid, internally, and they still believe they can only truly be happy and free as a wo/man. They believe that their childhood nonconformity is evidence of them "really" being a boy/girl.
The mind does odd things to protect itself, and for these individuals, surgery and hormones and clothing, are less dangerous than emotional vulnerability and tackling these issues. If you suppress this trauma rather than working through it, even at 55, you can still be reliving what was done to you half a century before. You must understand that transitioning is a palliative care to treat the symptoms of the disorder, without addressing the actual patient history that lead to their current mental state. No matter how much they alter their body, they will always carry their gender dysphoria with them, just like people with PTSD will always carry their trauma with them, no matter how far they run with it. Just talk therapy and happy pills can't do much for this kind of mental damage, and they're left feeling like they have no other option other than transitioning or suicide, because it is an omnipresent kind of mental anguish, and I'm inclined to believe that most people with it lack the courage and mental fortitude to address their past and learn to heal themselves.
However, in the same way that those with crippling PTSD have sought relief through psychedelics and healing themselves, I do not believe that transitioning is the only solution, or that getting better is impossible. I pity the transsexuals who still pursue transitioning, their will for escapism runs so deep most won't even consider any other alternative options, they want to believe that they were born trans and that it was an inevitable fate, to change their appearance so radically and to be afflicted with this mental illness. I am of the mind that the only "good" transsexual or transgender person is one who is not trans at all, but is pursuing mental and spiritual wellness and learning to face their demons. Easier said than done, of course, but I did it.
Every other trans person, by existing, propagates transsexuality via social contagion, presenting the idea that escapism is a healthy solution to mental illness, rather than confronting their issues head on. People will do as they will, it is their right, but it is in no way "good".
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Final notes of the blogger:
I found that I was following the pattern described above, even as I denied it. Almost as if denying it was part of the pattern.
I was not raised with strict gender-roles in my family life. I felt that such an experience would 'mark someone as female', and so to even talk about such an experience is to denote oneself as a woman, instead of a man.
Besides... I have read a lot of opinions of women who consider themselves feminists, describing the behaviour of 'toxic males'. They discuss personality traits as if they were inherent in 'male socialization'. They may claim that 'women grow up entirely different'.
I didn't.
I exist as one of these people whom you criticize. This is not entirely something to be proud of... but pretending like the only factor is 'gender' really flattens the issue of humanity.
Girls would talk about their 'growing up female' experiences of oppression, suppression, gender roles. I didn't experience a lot of that. [or perhaps not the same species of it] It was alien. It was like observing a culture on another planet. Not mine.. not me. Some of the constructed gender-roles are completely illogical, anyways... I knew this.
(I did experience gender-stereotyping in 'the world outside my family life'... but I always had a safe place to come back to.
-----Now, whether or not I utilized that safe place, that was up to me. I wanted to be tough and self-reliant. So I kept a lot to myself. I see that as part of growing up. We all want to learn to walk on our own feet.)
My alienation came in witnessing other women 'bonding over this' and describing it as an 'essential female experience'. My thought process was much more subconscious than rational. I felt like I was supposed to 'get along with these women', because "they describe themselves as feminists. They say that disagreement with their tenements is rooted in misogyny. They know THE TRUE ESSENCE OF WHAT A WOMAN SHOULD BE! ---- HOW TO BE A PROPER FEMINIST WOMAN! AHA!"
and so to disagree with "how to be a proper feminist woman..."
Well, I just had to learn to speak up for myself, voice my own opinions, ironically...
Funny how that's the same mythology they're telling themselves --- "they're speaking up against The Man.... by bullying other women online".
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