the leftist "well we redefined the term that refers to the thing youre talking about to mean something else entirely and therefore I win" style of argumentation is so so tiresome
"I redefined the term youre using and now its an umbrella category which contains anything with any superficial similarity to what youre talking about and therefore if you dont feel the exact same way about everything under this new umbrella category youre a hypocrite and I win"
no, Patrick, it's not hypocritical to be fine with grown men getting hair plugs but oppose minor girls having their healthy breasts amputated
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I’ve been thinking more about this post from last summer. almost every ROGD transmasc kid I ran with back then has now desisted or is quietly walking it back. we went to the same school, the same secret GSA club, were in the same Discord servers, shared the same memes and infographics, had the same sudden “I’m a boy” epiphanies after one viral TikTok or group chat spiral. the only real fork in the road? I got sent to the one gender-specialist therapist in the county who treated “affirmation” like emergency life-saving care and fast-tracked everything. everyone else's parents either ignored it or sent them to therapists who paused, asked questions, and suggested watchful waiting.
I was 13 when my therapist convinced my mother that I would kill myself if I didn’t start T “right now.” she didn’t challenge my catastrophizing. she told them this was the evidence-based standard, that regret rates were basically zero, that this was a life or death situation. then came the disassembly line. referral to endo in under a month, T shot just after my 14th birthday, "top surgery" the summer after 8th grade.
my friends? they got stalled at “let’s explore this more” or “let's come back to this in a couple years.” that delay gave their brains time to catch up. puberty kept marching, the social contagion wave crested, and one by one they realized they were just depressed, gay, autistic, traumatized girls who hated their bodies for completely understandable reasons. they didn’t need to destroy themselves to survive.
imagine getting to keep your voice, the sensation in your unscarred breasts, your genitals not swollen and disfigured. I struggle not to resent them. I don't hate or blame them for what happened to me, but no one is deaf to the little green eyed monster that lives on our shoulders.
this wasn’t luck or fate or “loaded dice.” It was adults entrusted with the care of children. therapists, endocrinologists, and surgeons who chose to amputate healthy teenage body parts and flood developing bodies with cross-sex hormones on the word of a distressed 13-year-old, while lying about the evidence and consequences. if any of them were put in my shoes back then they would have ended up exactly where I am today.