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montammil · 1 year

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my requests, if you don't mind:

Marshall getting sick and Lawrence taking care of him.

Marshall's birthday at Lawrence's home

For some reason Marshall is dellusional and thinks Lawrence is his real dad (maybe because of the sickness as in 1 request)

sorry if its too many, I just really really like parental whumpers, and its so rare to find one

I wrote Marshall being sick, but I plan to write about Marshall's birthday soon, so stay tuned with that!! ^^

CW: Lil bit of infantilization, parental whumper, vomiting, fever, food, developing munchausen by proxy perhaps??

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It's been a couple weeks now, and Lawrence is finally sure Marshall is seeing things from his perspective. Okay, well, not totally, but he's getting there. He's not bringing up those frauds he calls parents every moment he gets, nor is he eyeing the door like he's about to dart out of it.

When Lawrence hears the footsteps down the stairs, he takes off his apron and puts the plate of fresh breakfast on the table. "Good morning, kiddo! What--" He cuts himself off when he sees how exhausted he looks. Instinctively, he feels his forehead with the back of his hand, to which Marshall flinches away.

"I'm fine." Marshall doesn't meet his eyes, however. He's such a horrible liar.

"Oh, come on." Lawrence smiles kindly, walking around the table and putting one hand on Marshall's shoulder. Then, with the other, he lifts his chin to get a look at his eyes. "I'd be an awful father if I couldn't tell when my own son is obviously lying." Once again, he feels Marshall's forehead. "Oh, sweetheart, you're burning up!"

Marshall scowls a little, but doesn't argue when he sees the older man grabbing a thermometer out of the top drawer. The fact that Lawrence doesn't even question him about it, makes his skin crawl.

A few seconds later, Lawrence holds out the thermometer. "You know what to do." When Marshall hesitates, Lawrence gives him a stern look. "Not a suggestion, buddy."

Grimacing, Marshall nods and takes the device into his mouth before leaning against the island in front of him. It doesn't take long at all for it to start beeping.

"Now let's see…" Lawrence plucks it from his mouth, and sighs dramatically at the little screen. "Yep, just as I thought. 102.3."

Jaw clenched, Marshall sits still as the older man moves around the kitchen. Part of him wants to beg him to go back upstairs; that way he can suffer through this alone, because he hates the idea of this man patronizing him more than he already is.

Putting the breakfast he made into the fridge, Lawrence says, "I'll just make you some soup, how about that? Would you prefer chicken noodle or tomato?"

"Tomato, I guess…"

"Good choice, kiddo. Let's get you on the sofa. I wanna keep an eye on you." Lawrence guides him to the sofa, grabs a fluffy white blanket and drapes it over him. "I'll go get you some pillows." He kisses his forehead, and it takes all of Marshall's willpower not to flinch back.

Marshall leans against the leather of the sofa, staring at the blank TV. He doesn't even realize Lawrence is back in the room until he's getting his head gently lifted up, a soft pillow sliding under it. He hears Lawrence say something he's too tired to decipher, and watches as the blond strides back into the kitchen.

Pressing the pillow a bit closer, Marshall closes his eyes to rest.

"Hey, bud. You okay?"

Marshall feels a warm hand against his neck, where his pulse is. He blinks up to see Lawrence staring at him in worry, or what Marshall is convinced is fake as fake can be. He sees a bowl of slightly steaming tomato soup behind him, resting on a silver tray.

Pulling his hand away, Lawrence chuckles. "Sorry, just making sure you're okay. I made your soup! Smells yummy, hm?"

Trying to ignore how his throat feels dry and uncomfortable, Marshall nods. He sits up, to which Lawrence puts a hand on his back, as if that'll help. When he's sat up, he watches Lawrence blow on the spoon gently, and put it in front of his lips, a hand underneath the spoon so it won't spill onto the ground or his lap.

Marshall wants to argue, hating being spoonfed, but he doesn't. He's too tired, and frankly, in his own head at this point.

A few minutes later, Marshall swallows thickly. "Thank you."

"So polite now," Lawrence laughs. "Maybe you should be like this more often."

Even if Marshall could understand his eerie words, he wouldn't care. He's so used to Lawrence saying unnerving things like these, he doesn't mind anymore. He just wants to leave.

"I love you so, so much, baby." Lawrence kisses the top of his head, then takes the bowl and starts to exit the living room. "I'll be right back."

Marshall falls asleep before Lawrence even leaves the room.

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When Marshall wakes back up, which is an hour later, his stomach twists in painful knots. He doesn't register how the older man has him in his lap, he just bolts to the bathroom and falls to his knees. He cries as he throws up everything he had up to last night.

"Oh, Marshie…" Lawrence kneels next to him, rubbing circles in his back. "It's okay, you're okay…"

Gasping for air, Marshall tries to calm himself down, but it isn't working. He coughs violently, then collapses back to his hands and knees. Lawrence helps him stand and carries him back to the sofa like he weighs nothing.

"Your tummy must hurt, huh?" Lawrence croons, lying him on the couch and sweeping back his dark curls. "I'll get you some medicine, baby, don't worry."

Just as he gets up to leave, Marshall clings onto his white shirt. "Dad, no… stay."

Lawrence stops breathing for a moment, then smiles. "What was that, kiddo? Who am I?"

Marshall looks up at him. His eyes are blank, yet tired and pained. "Daaad…" His grip tightens slightly on his shirt. "Don't leave me, not again, please…"

"I won't." He decides to just roll with this situation for now. Call it selfish, but he sees nothing wrong with wanting Marshall like this for a few more hours. The medicine can wait. He tugs the younger man in his arms, rocking him back and forth. "I'll never leave you, kiddo. Never ever."

"Everything hurts…"

"I know, baby boy. Just close your eyes for now. I'll get you some medicine soon."

Marshall doesn't retort at all, soft snores filling the air after a few minutes.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to keep him in this state, Lawrence thinks.

#parental whumper #creepy whumper #vomiting #whump #tw vomiting #intimate whumper #cold cold eyes #lawrence oc #marshall oc #munchausen by proxy #maybe??#sick whump #fever whump

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Hey remember that prompt I gave you about a guy getting poisoned by another guy so they'll be in their care.

It's an actual fucking disease. It is an actual real problem. Munchausen by powers I think it's called. Do whatever you want to do with it. Give it to Camilo or smth

thats both wack and cool at the same time because now I have more shit to research the fuck out of, thanks for telling me about another extremely rare psychological and behavior disorder

#asks #the bestie dunia #munchausen by proxy #munchausen syndrome #I LOVE HOW YOUR KNEE JERK RESPONSE IS TO GIVE IT TO THE CHARACTER IM FIXATING ON

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decent0distraction · 2 years

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I thought I wanted an apology. But I don’t. What I really want is an explanation.

I could try Googling it: Why do mothers develop Munchausen by proxy?

But I have no way of knowing if the answer my screen provides at 6:31 in the morning, would be your answer

I’ll be thinking about this on the train, and at my 2:30 meeting. It’ll creep up on me from the back of my mind when I’m with my friends tonight.

There will be no answer; no closure; no forgiveness

There’s no receiver, so I’ll have to keep them in the bag on my wheelchair

I bought myself a new one. I told myself it was silly; that I didn’t really need it, and that I didn’t need it because of you

But I know if you were here, you would cheer me on for buying it. You would’ve helped me put the spoke covers on.

That’s how it works I guess; you have to play a part; be all nice and sweet and just a poor mother trying her best for her sick daughter. That’s how it had to work, so it would work.

‘Guess it fucking worked.

-I should honestly just keep my medical history to myself, shouldn’t I?

#poetry #trauma #art #vent art #munchausen by proxy #insert Mitski song here #nevermind I went back and add a Mitski song anyway #I don’t even think it relates to the poem in anyway #I just felt like adding a Mitski song #Spotify

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year

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Dark Forest Residences: Juniperbelly & Thriftsnow

Juniperbelly

Aliases / Nicknames: Wicked Snake

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed ‘fling,’ Thriftkit (daughter), Thriftsnow (adoptive daughter), Bluestream (adoptive granddaughter)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Thriftsnow (apprentice), two unnamed apprentices

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: possessive of Thriftsnow, manipulative

Motive to Harm: wants to keep her daughter close, at any cost, wants a daughter

Number of Victims: 3

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: snapping necks, slitting throats

Method of Harm: poisoning

Known Victims: Cleo, Finn, Thriftsnow

Victim Profile: her adoptive daughter, her adoptive daughter’s parents

Cause of Death: poisoned by Thriftsnow

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Thriftkit, her precious daughter, was dead. She had only been born earlier that day, with complications that caused her to be brought immediately to the medicine den.

Juniperbelly, exhausted, had fallen alseep , only to be woken and discover the worst.

Juniperbelly wandered around the territory aimlessly. Then she heard voices, and spotted two kittypets--one tom, one she-cat--with a tiny kit sheltered beneath some overhanging ferns.

It was a she-kit...and kittypets cannot survive in the wild, let alone take care of a kit.

She curled around the little one as it wailed for milk, which luckily Juniperbelly could give, blocking her view of the bodies. Then she carried the little one back to camp, explaining that she had found the kit crying beside the dead bodies of her parents.

She named her Thriftkit, in spite of the questioning looks she was given. Starclan had made a mistake when they took Thriftkit, and now they were giving her back!

Her darling daughter had returned to her. She could suckle, sleep against her mother’s belly, run to her mother when another kit was teasing her.

But then she reached five moons, and Juniperbelly realized that very soon, her daughter would be taken away again. She would start her training, make friends with her denmates, and very soon, she would barely have time for her mother. Worse, she could be killed in battle, or a hunting accident, or by infection due to a wound....

She couldn’t lose her again.

It was for her own good.

She snuck the herbs into her food, and when she got really sick, mixed them with her daily medicine as well.

Thriftkit found it increasingly difficult to run, then to walk, then to move with her back legs. Finally, the leader came to her and explained that she likely won’t be able to become an apprentice.

Juniperbelly argued, claiming that she could be her mentor, since Thriftkit needs constant care, and Juniperbelly already provides it. The leader reluctantly agreed, though warned her that her daughter would likely never be a normal apprentice.

Juniperbelly hated that her daughter was so upset, but it was worth it. It was.

Her training wasn’t the same as others’. She couldn’t hunt, but she could learn about different animals--prey, predators, anything harmful or poisonous. She even earned her warrior name, and spent much of her time informing the apprentices of these facts--which animals to avoid, what to be careful of, how to best hunt certain things.

But all good things cannot last.

Thriftsnow witnessed her mother sneaking the poison into her food.

Juniperbelly had tried to convince her with everything in her that it was for her own good, that it was for her, but Thriftsnow, unsure at first, became hostile.

She didn’t tell the Clan anything, but she refused to eat anything that she didn’t pick from the fresh-kill pile herself. She didn’t talk to her mother ever again, either.

Without Juniperbelly’s influence, Thriftsnow got better. Her legs were still incredibly weak, and it was unlikely that she would ever gain full mobility in them again, but she could walk, and to her, that was a miracle.

Without her precious Thriftsnow, Juniperbelly wasted away. There was no reason to fight for anything anymore, so she retired early.

Soon after, she began getting really sick, to the point that she could no longer leave her nest to so much as visit the dirtplace.

She could have jumped in surprise if she weren’t so ill when she saw Thriftsnow limp into the den, a mouse in her jaws. She sat it next to her mother, then began talking to her, talking about her own daughter, Bluekit, and how she currently has an obsession with anything coloured black.

Thriftsnow was begininning to think that her daughter has returned to her once again, when the mouse was pushed closer and she was told to open wide.

Thriftsnow

Aliases / Nicknames: Beautiful Little Kit, My Kit, My Precious Daughter

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: pansexual

Family: Cleo (mother), Finn (father), Juniperbelly (adoptive mother), several unnamed littermates, Snowkit (adoptive sister), Rippleflake (mate), Bluestream (daughter)

Other Relations: Juniperbelly (mentor)

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: permanently damaged by her adoptive mother’s poisoning, could never fully get over the mental harm caused by Juniperbelly

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: poisoning

Known Victims: Juniperbelly

Victim Profile: her adoptive mother, her abuser

Cause of Death: redcough

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Her whole world was flipped upside down the day she was told that she could never be a normal apprentice.

Then it was flipped a second time when she spotted her mother, who she spent every day with, placing a peculiar herb inside her food.

She was never meant to see it, either. Rippleflake, her ‘not quite mate, but close enough to be teased by the other warriors about their relationship’ had forgotten something in the warriors’ den. It was supposed to be a surprise for Thriftsnow, a snow-white rock in her nest.

A surprise was certainly what she found.

Her whole life was stolen from beneath her paws. She couldn’t live the life of a normal warrior, couldn’t go to gatherings, or hunt, or fight, or anything that makes a warrior a warrior. She has to drag herself around the camp, which she couldn’t leave.

And it was all thanks to her mother.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t tell the leader, or even Rippleflake. At first, it felt like she was protecting Juniperbelly. But the anger wouldn’t leave her, the despair.

Then her entire identity was lost to two gossiping senior warriors. They were discussing how sad it is to have a useful warrior retire so early, and how it was a long time coming after her daughter died.

Her daughter--Thriftkit.

That’s why Juniperbelly ‘cared’ for her so much. She didn’t really love her, she grieved for her kit and put that on Thriftsnow. Even her suffix came from someone, being named after Juniperbelly’s father, Snowstripe. Thriftsnow didn’t even have any white on her!

Her mother didn’t really love her.

She wasn’t even her real mother!

So when Juniperbelly moved to the elders’ den and it became the apprentices’ job to give her food, she would pick out the fresh-kill to give to them--after giving said fresh-kill certain flavours.

Even with her mate and a daughter of her own, she couldn’t move on. She wanted Juniperbelly to suffer, as she did, to spend moons and moons in misery.

She only decided to end things entirely when Bluekit asked to visit her grandma. No way in Starclan will Bluekit be seeing Juniperbelly and be influenced by her.

Juniperbelly was gone.

Thriftsnow got better still. She knew her walk would likely never fully recover, but she could actually hunt, now!

Hunt, she did, for many seasons. She watched her daughter grow up and get a mate of her own, a jokester she-cat named Dawntail.

When Thriftsnow got sick again, she was paranoid. She wouldn’t eat anything anyone--even the medicine cat--gave her, not her mate, not her daughter. If she was to die, she would do it on her own terms.

But she did allow them to get close to her. Her final moments were spent wheezing out blood and cuddling with Bluestream and Rippleflake.

Additional Information:

--One of those cases where no one is really the villain, they’re more just very broken.

--Yes, Thriftsnow can do more even with her disability, and even if she can’t that doesn’t define her, but I’m giving this a Warriors’ view.

--Thriftsnow’s parents were kittypets whose kits were taken away. They left together so that they could keep the last one, but were killed.

--’She’s not her real mother’ is not about adoption, parents who are not biologically related to a kid can absolutely be their parents. But Thriftsnow was not only lied to her whole life, but also her adoptive mother was pretending that she was her birth daughter.

--If Thriftsnow allowed the medicine cat to give her herbs, it’s possible she would have survived. But her trauma was too severe to trust anyone.

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abybweisse · 2 years

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Thank you for your wonderful entries and sharing all the Mother 3 parallels! Which hashtags should I use to search your old posts on the possibility O!Ciel being made sick on purpose?Thank you

I'm so glad you like all the Mother3 parallels! Thanks! 😊

I have very few posts about the idea/theory about keeping our earl sick, I'm sure, since about the only time I ever talk about the subject is in response to asks or the occasional post elsewhere. Because it's never been a theory of mine but a theory of others.

It's usually part of others' RCMT -- Real Ciel Mastermind Theory -- which I've never ascribed to. Because it's a Munchausen by Proxy idea, in which real Ciel slowly poisoned his younger twin in order to make him ill and/or keep him ill. The idea being, if I recall, to keep him from ever moving away. Either real Ciel did it when they were 5, saw the result of asthma development, and kept doing it... or he saw asthma develop at 5 but later subside, so he started poisoning his brother to either copy the effects or to actually make the asthma symptoms return. How he would know what substances to use, how to get it, how to use it, or what amounts to use is not something any of those theorists has ever properly, realistically explained.

Since Undertaker is so upset over the death of Vincent, and he has toyed with the cinematic records of real Ciel, the only way Undertaker would possibly bring real Ciel back (if any version of RCMT were true, especially if it were a stronger version of the theory) would be to give our earl a target for revenge. But, if that were the case, why go to the trouble of trying to give real Ciel any advantages? Why not, in ch 140 or something, say "Hey, Earl. Here's your older twin. He's the one who made you ill, killed your parents and accidentally got you both sold off to a cult. Destroy him and have your revenge." Or even "Hey, Earl. Here's your pathetic older twin who kept you ill and helped attackers destroy your life, purely in the hopes it meant you could never leave his side, and he accidentally ended up getting you both sold off to a cult. Silly child got himself killed in the process. I've brought him back from the dead... mostly. Hihiiii.... Have a go at him. Or three." But, no.

So, now that we know Undertaker is behind bringing real Ciel back as this "masterpiece" of a bizarre doll -- or Masked Man (and possibly the Ultimate Chimera, depending on what he's actually capable of), if you want the Mother3 parallels -- I'm pretty much convinced that real Ciel (when he was alive) could be nothing more than a weak and scared little child who couldn't protect his family from an attack that got the better of his parents and servants. And then couldn't save himself and had no way of knowing his death would end up "saving" his younger twin.

But, if you are seriously looking for my few posts or comment reblogs on the subject, that's a hard one, because I might not have tagged them for it so specifically. I'd try #RCMT for anything I've written about the main theory, and the "keeping his brother ill" mentions would probably come up within it. You could also try #munchausen by proxy, but that might not bring up search results... just yet. I'll see if I can hunt some of those posts down and look at how they are tagged. Update the tags a bit, if needed. Eventually, I'll add an anti-RCMT section to my Tagging Masterpost. There's already a section for #attack at the manor and #fire at the manor, and those are tags that would also likely bring up RCMT posts, though those tags are broad enough to bring up a lot of completely non-RCMT stuff, too. I'll see what I can do to improve the tagging and searching options for the topic. Meanwhile, I've included those best tags below for you to click and see what you get, and you can try things like "RCMT" and "Munchausen by proxy" in the search field of my blog to see if anything else comes up. Honestly, these are the same methods I use when I'm trying to find my own old posts/reblogs. I think of what tags I might have used or even a phrase that might be in the post but not in the tags, and I use that faulty-ass search function for all it's worth.

I hope this helps you find the posts you are searching for.

ETA: clicking the #rcmt tag below brings up a lot of posts that might interest you, and I came upon a "keeping our earl ill" post after a bit of scrolling. It's only briefly mentioned there, but it's there... in reference to older posts, looks like. I added #munchausen by proxy to the tags for it. Here's another I've now updated the tags for; it talks way more about the forced illness aspect of RCMT. In that one, the reason given was less about keeping our earl there and more about just keeping the younger twin weak... so that the older twin remains stronger, by comparison.

Other tags that might be useful include #anti rcmt, #real ciel powerless theory lol, #rcpt, and perhaps another tag or two in the posts linked above. I'll add those tags below, too, for clicking purposes.

However, after my own searching methods, I only found three posts that specifically talk about that subject, including this post. There might be more, but they must not be tagged with anything too helpful.

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year

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Please stop saying this is not happening. Not only is it happening, but they're proud of what they're doing.

Note: "Reason" is code for the children who are the reason they're in the Facebook group.

"lItErAlLy nO OnE Is gIvInG KiDs dRuGs aNd sUrGeRiEs!!" "iT'S JuSt aBoUt lEtTiNg kIdS Be tHeMsElVeS!" "sO YoU DoN'T WaNt kIdS To kNoW GaY AnD TrAnS PeOpLe eXiSt?!"

Are you even done? Are you?

Munchausen by Proxy Syndrome has a disturbing new outlet. These mothers - and they are all mothers - are dangerously mentally ill and setting their children up for future catastrophe.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Reimer

David Reimer (born Bruce Peter Reimer; 22 August 1965 – 4 May 2004) was a Canadian man born male but raised as a girl following medical advice and intervention after his penis was severely injured during a botched circumcision in infancy.

The psychologist John Money oversaw the case and reported the reassignment as successful and as evidence that gender identity is primarily learned. The academic sexologist Milton Diamond later reported that Reimer's realization that he was not a girl crystallized between the ages of 9 and 11 years and that he was living as a male by age 15. Well known in medical circles for years anonymously as the "John/Joan" case, Reimer later went public with his story to help discourage similar medical practices. At age 38, he committed suicide after suffering severe depression.

Even if some proportion legitimately turned out to be trans, rather than abused autistic, gay and GNC kids, that's like claiming to have been "right" about the lotto numbers.

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kharmii · 1 month

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After scrolling around on your blog and reading some past posts I have to say that it's refreshing to see someone in this climate be this "normal" when it comes to politics and everything.

Seeing as so many people have this so far-left view with living and seeing politics 24/7 I enjoy how you openly say how you don't care about certain issues (or other non-issues that are made a big deal even though they shouldn't)

Also refreshing to see your view on this transtrender thing going on. It's so insanely shocking to me how many people can't see how this is wrong on so many levels, how they're exploided for life and how these people ruin their lives on a whim and just to be trendy. It's also frustrating and annoying to me that these politics have invaded fandom to this ridiculous degree. If they think celebrating mutilation is something they enjoy then let them, but I don't have to engage or see it. I believe in biology and not in reality bending appeasing of emotions. And I don't need to see this in fandom.

I've always managed to keep my neutrality or opposing view to these topics with only showing vaguely "support" but it has become increasingly difficult. Seeing people with similar views being so openly about them is so encouraging. I may not have the mental stability to stand up just like you but I admire you for not caving into this nonsense and for keeping common sense in this day and age. Thank you for showing me there is still common sense and brain left here.

I have always lived like "I don't care about your views or anything. Don't be a hypocrite and just be a decent human being to me, treat me nicely and I'll treat you nicely too." And no amount of political bs will ever change that.

What's amazing is that I'm getting flak from people for enjoying the twin fetish -in a small-ass fandom where half the people have had a Blankshipping sock at one time or another- and yet nobody talks about how pushing trans bs is basically grooming by their own admission. THERE ARE MINORS ON THIS SITE!! THINK OF THE MINORS!!1!!

If you are an adult on social media glorifying trans mutilation during a point in history when it has become a social contagion preying on vulnerable insecure young girls mostly, then you are a creepo and pervert akin to a child molester. The reason I say it is because molesting a child is something that will alter that person's psyche so badly, they will never live a normal life and might even off themselves young. Taking puberty blockers -basically chemical castration- does the same thing. That person given hormones at a young age was not mentally mature enough to make that decision, therefore they were pushed into it by some sort of creepo.....mostly far leftist attention seeking white women with Munchausen by Proxy.

Do any of the people pushing trans ideology even know the sordid history behind it? The people who founded the trans movement were all mentally ill dysfunctional people who often did horrible things to children. Matt Walsh did a segment on it, and I will post the transcript, along with the video, in case any readers might be more interested in reading than watching.

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When the sixth circuit upheld Tennessee's ban on the chemical castration of children last year, they singled out the World Professional Association for Transgender Health or WPATH. This is the organization that major hospitals of general clinic site as the all-important authority on so-called trans healthcare. In fact, in court the ACLU argued that WPath's professional opinions are so important they should overturn the will of the overwhelming majority of voters in the state of Tennessee. The court was not convinced in its opinion.

It pointed out that WPATH by its own admission has presented quote 'limited data on the long-term physical psychological and neurodevelopmental outcomes that result from administering puberty blockers and cross- sex hormones to children' in part because WPath data and the documentation wasn't exactly comprehensive. The court allowed the ban on these so-called treatments to take effect. Six months later we now have a window into what data and documentation WPath actually does have in its possession, and it's not limited as they previously said.

Instead this Internal Documentation at WPath is comprehensive evidence that so-called gender affirming care quote unquote is an 'unscientific scam that ruins the lives of children and permanently damages their bodies' and crucially the documents prove that WPath knows it. These leaked WPath files come to us from a think tank called Environmental Progress and the independent journalist Michael Shellenberger.

Among the files is this internal communication at WPath from a doctor concerning a 16-year-old girl who developed liver tumors, large ones, after she was given drugs to suppress menstruation, as well as testosterone. Quote 'the patient was found to have two liver masses and the oncologist and surgeon both have indicated that the likely offending agents are the hormones'. That's a quote in response to a report another doctor on the WPATH discussion forum said that one of his The Truth colleagues had developed liver cancer and died after taking testosterone for about a decade. To the best of my knowledge, it was linked to his hormone treatment. The doctor wrote quote 'it was so Advanced that he opted for palliative care and died a couple of months later'.

Now at no point in these documents does WPath suggest that they should go public with these concerns. They don't immediately run to the media with their determination that cross-sex hormones could contribute to fatal liver cancer. They don't warn anybody as far as I can tell. Instead, they press on with a plan to mutilate the 16-year-old girl with liver tumors, and the tumors that they have apparently caused. Quote 'We're prepared to support the patient in any way we can'. EG Top surgery when medically stable Etc.

Now ghoulish doesn't even begin to describe this after concluding that they've possibly caused tumors in a teenage girl's liver. Their only concern apparently is how quickly they can remove her breasts. In fact from the documents, it appears that WPATH tries to rush these procedures in general before patients can reach adult age. One surgeon Christine N McGinn boasts that she's performed more than a dozen vaginoplasties on patients under the age of 18. In this context vaginoplasty means that they are removing a child's penis and testicles and scrotum and replacing them with a nonfunctioning open wound. They're doing this to children.

The surgeon writes quote 'I feel the best time for surgery in the US is the summer before their last year of high school'. Many others in this community agree with her. What makes this even more egregious if that's even possible is that WPath knows that children can't provide informed consent to any of this butchery. They admit that in these files Shellenberger obtained this footage showing WPath members discussing how little patients understand about these procedures. Parts of this video were made public last year but Shellenberger obtained the full thing here are a couple of parts of it watch.

I think the thing you have to remember about kids is that we're often explaining these sorts of things to people who haven't even had biology in high school yet. I know I've heard others in this kind of a setting say, "Well, we think adults are like really slick biologically. Lots of people have very little medical understanding of stuff like that. Medical professionals and mental health professionals take it for granted, but I don't know still what to do for the 14-year-olds. The parents have it on their minds, but the 14-year-old does not. It's like talking with diabetic complications with a 14-year-old. They don't care. They're not going to die. They're going to live forever, right? So, I think when we're doing informed consent, I know that that's still a big Lacuna. We try to talk about it but most of the kids are nowhere in any kind of a brain space to really talk about in a serious way."

"That's always bothered me, but you know we still want the kids to be happier in the moment, right? We try to talk about it but most of the kids are nowhere in any kind of brain space to really talk about it seriously." That's just one of the many quotes like this from WPath members. Here's another quote 'It's out of their developmental range to understand the extent to which some of these medical interventions are impacting them. They'll say they understand but then they'll say something else that makes you think oh they didn't really understand that. They didn't really understand that they're going to have facial hair.'

These are the doctors doing this stuff admitting that the patients they're doing it to cannot really consent to it. Elsewhere in the files there's a confession from a therapist that in 15 years she's only turned down one patient for gender treatment. That's only because that patient was in active psychosis and was hallucinating during their interview. There are also discussions about boys who began transitioning when they were 4 years old. To understand the extent of the barbarism you need to read the WPATH files for yourself. I'm not going to summarize them all here only because it would be redundant.

For now it's important to emphasize that none of these findings are surprising. They're unbelievably disturbing, but there's nothing in here that would surprise anyone who's done even a cursory look into WPath. There's no excuse for any hospital or Medical Association to listen to a word WPath says and that's been clear for a very long time. Redux has done extensive work exposing the various perverts who are connected with WPath including fetishists who post their fantasies anonymously on the internet. These are academics who have lectured at wpath and spoken at conferences, and they're apparently sexually aroused by the idea of castrating themselves.

Imagine entrusting the care of your child to an organization that promotes people like that. They want to castrate themselves and they want to do the same to your child. It's unbelievable, but the truth is that even before these kinds of people became affiliated with wpath the organization had no credibility. WPath, the organization that major hospitals and medical organizations hold up as the gold standard for Trans health, was a radical cult from the very beginning. That's what you have to understand so I'm going to recount WPath's sordid history because to my knowledge no one has done it before. You need to understand what this organization is and to know that you need to know where it came from. The history of WPath starts with a gender confused new AG drug addicted lesbian rich kid named Rita Ericson, her prolific nudist friend Zelda Suple, and something called the Ericson Educational Foundation or EEF. Reed Ericson was born Rita Ericson in Texas in 1917 to successful business owners named Robert and Ruth Ericson.

With immense privilege and educational opportunities ironically at an all-girl school, Rita grew up to become an engineer. She contributed to the continued success of her family's lead smelting business. She ultimately inherited and sold it for millions of dollars in 1963 after her father had passed away. Rita sought to transition into a he under the care of a quack doctor named Harry Benjamin. Rita changed her name to Reed Erikson and became the ultimate financial force in the push for mainstream acceptance of transgenderism. Then in 1964 Erikson launched the EF to quote provide assistance and support in areas where human potential was limited by adverse physical mental or social conditions, or where the scope of research was too new controversial or imaginative to receive traditionally oriented support.

Imaginative is one way to put it, but despite Rita's plans for the EF Advance human potential for everybody, supposedly her own life was falling apart. Following the mutilation that Ericson received under the care of Dr Benjamin, she had four failed marriages. She developed a drug addiction and ultimately fled from California to Mexico to avoid drug charges. Her daughter had to take on a conservatorship of her estate due to her mental and physical decline. Beginning around the time of Ericson's transition and all through her decline the EEF pushed transgenderism and mutilation-based care of gender confused people under the leadership of its director Zelda R Suley who was the right-hand woman to Ericson.

Now Suple her claim to fame was her obsession with nudity. Mostly she owned multiple nudist camps and became the first woman to post fully on the cover of Playboy. She also did psychic research and dabbled in past life new age beliefs. Under Suple the EEF sponsored symposiums to bring Fringe doctors together. The organization paid these doctors to travel and spread gender ideology. They also sponsored programs at colleges to inject transgenderism into Academia. They handed out propaganda to doctors and lawyers and police departments and social workers.

The EEF even provided grants for doctors who wanted to pursue gender mutilation. Contributing heavily to today's more mainstream acceptance of this Butchery, the EEF helped to bankroll the first major gender clinic at Johns Hopkin University where Dr John money an EEF board member worked at the time. The clinic received a reported $85,000 from the EEF and that's approximately $750,000 in today's dollars. Now the EEF revered John Money calling him a 'leading scholar and researcher of our time' in a newsletter in 1972. Now what was John money doing in 1972 to be celebrated and financed by the EEF?

Well according to Arizona State University he became Infamous for directing twin boys to quote 'inspect one another's genitals' and 'engage in behavior resembling sexual intercourse'. He also attempted to change one of the boys into a girl, a story you know if you watched What is a Woman. Ultimately one of the boys shot himself in the head and the other died of a drug overdose. Now the EEF suspended its operations in 1977 but not before helping fund the Janis information facility which overtook much of the EEF's work.

The JIF also absorbed the nudist director of the EEF Zelda Suple. The JIF served as a referral service for gender confused people to find fringe doctors willing to sterilize and mutilate them. Along with Suple it was run by the University of Texas's Dr Paul Walker a former Johns Hopkins colleague of Dr John Money through the late 1970s. Bankrolled by the EEF, the Janice Information Facility and Dr Paul Walker led the continued push to mainstream these extreme surgeries which were increasingly marked by patient regret and high complication rates.

In 1982 researchers at Yale and University of Kentucky found that post-operative complications included quote "breast cancer in hormonally treated males, the need for surgical reduction of bloated limbs resulting from hormones, repeated destruction of vaginal openings, infections of the urinary system, rectum hemorrhaging, loss of skin grafts, post-operative suicides and suicide attempts, and patient demands to reverse surgery". Some sex change patients the researchers reported quote 'threatened to shoot the genitals of the surgeon with a shotgun'.

Now those are pretty bad results of this new form of surgery. Did any of this make Ericson, Suple, Paul Walker, John Money, Harry Benjamin or any of their other unhinged counterparts stop? Did it give them a moment of hesitation? No, they doubled down. In 1979 the EEF funded symposia led to the formation of the Harry Benjamin International Gender Dysphoria Association which took over from the Jif. It was chaired by Dr Walker who left the University of Texas thanks to some financial backing from Ericson. Dr. Harry Benjamin the new organization's namesake had long been bankrolled by his former patient and extraordinaire Ericson. Benjamin received $118,000 per year from Eriksen which is worth about $176,000 today.

In the early years of the Harry Benjamin Association, at the urging of Benjamin, Erikson allowed the EEF to be revived for a year to fund newsletters to get its message out to the masses. What was it about Benjamin that made him so beloved? Well, in 1966 Dr Harry Benjamin had authored the transsexual phenomenon which inspired this community of fringe doctors. In it, Benjamin acknowledges that fake vaginas are quote 'wounds' and says that these fake vaginas can degrade to the point of being quote 'obliterated and useless for sexual relations'. This is him admitting that they're creating open wounds in patients and calling them vaginas.

Benjamin also outlines the social motivation behind some transitions. In one case Benjamin writes that a mother was embarrassed to be seen with her son in public, but when her son began identifying as a girl, the mother suddenly became proud of him and even found him to be quote 'attractive'. In an especially creepy passage Benjamin writes that he could also verify the attractiveness of the supposed young lady. The Harry Benjamin International Gender Dysphoria Association led by Paul Walker fully recognized its roots in Dr Harry Benjamin, Reed Ericson, Zelda Suley, presenting them with lifetime achievement awards.

The newly formed Harry Benjamin Association wasted no time creating their first standards of care in 1977, despite the ample history of failure and suffering they had inflicted on people who often had co-orbit mental illnesses. They declared themselves Arbiters of Authority. Their only mild redeeming quality was that they seemed to agree that this sadistic quackery shouldn't be inflicted upon minors who were obviously incapable of consent. That's what they said back then in 2000.

One of Dr Anne Lawrence earliest iterations of the website for the Harry Benjamin Association linked to another website called transsexual women's resources run by their early members, Dr Anne Lawrence who sat on the standards of care committee for the association. He was and still is an admitted gynephile, which is a paraphilia where a man is sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female. In a paper Dr Lawrence refers to a gynephile as an underappreciated paraphilia. Now few have been as honest about this paraphilia as Dr Aaron Lawrence. In a 1999 version of his website which is the Harry Benjamin Association linked to, he wrote about his personal experience with genital mutilation saying that he very badly wanted to be a quote 'receptacle' and that's why he wanted to get the mutilation surgery.

Lawrence resigned from a hospital after admitting to a serious lapse in judgment quote unquote 'involving a patient' and the lapse of judgment was that, according to an incident report, a hospital gynecologist repeatedly told Lawrence that a patient an Ethiopian woman had not experienced female circumcision. When the gynecologist left the room Lawrence performed a non-consensual genital exam on the woman who was unconscious that was his lapse of judgment otherwise known as sexual abuse of a woman. Now how many quote unquote 'trans women' are just men with a paraphilic sexual arousal of themselves as women. More concerningly how many of them who view themselves as, uh, you know....women, also view women simply as quote unquote 'genital receptacles'? How many are being allowed in the restrooms and locker rooms of actual girls and women?

Despite having published this garbage Dr Anne Lawrence remained involved in the standards of care for the Harry Benjamin International Gender Dysphoria Association. He was a co-author on the sixth version of the standards which were published in 2001. That was the last version published before the organization changed its name in 2007 to WPath or the World Professional Association for Transgender Health. Now despite this new branding WPath continued promoting the same radical gender ideology and sexual paraphilia of its predecessors. The seventh version of the standards of care released under the new WPath name in 2012 and valid all the way through 2022 continue to reference the work of Dr John money whose victims killed themselves. WPath also cited the receptacle auto gynephile Dr Anne Lawrence as recently as last year.

The WPath website fully acknowledged almost proudly their origin with the the EEF and how its suspending of operations in 1977 directly led to this pack of fringe doctors forming the Harry Benjamin International gender dysphoria Association which is now WPath. Despite its sordid history WPath is somehow now taken seriously as the standard setter in the field by major hospitals and medical associations. This is maybe the single greatest scam in modern medicine. It's destroying the lives of children across the country and that much is clear. What's less clear is why anyone who knows the truth about W path's origin would ever listen to a word they have to say.

The W path of today is the proud product of decades of quackery and sexual experimentation. It's a threat to Public Health, in particular to children. Now the good news is that there's a simple solution. The fact that radical activists at WPath provides standards of care doesn't mean doctors, hospitals, medical schools, and insurance companies have to follow them or use them for any purpose at all. Medical professionals have the capacity and capability of rejecting barbarism and doing what's right. They can exercise some level of Common Sense and restraint. It's happened before

Physicians used to engage in a wide range of practices that we now recognize are gruesome and unethical, like lobotomy, using heroin as cough syrup, and treating asthma with chloroform. In time WPath's standards of care and the procedures they endorse will meet the same fate. WPath exists because for years most people didn't know about its history or how its standards of care are used. Most people didn't know that hospitals will perform double mastectomies and other life-altering operations on children. Well, that's all changing now. WPath and everything that stands for has been exposed and now it's time for the medical profession to do what it should have done a long time ago and shut down these con artists once and for all.

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