I got hormones after a 10-minute assessment. I got a top surgery letter after a few hours of therapy. I take responsibility for my choices, but I was unwell when I made them. I'll always wish that my healthcare providers had helped me instead of enabling my self harm

https://twitter.com/ImWatson91/status/1556373846822903809

Feels really wretched to look back at all the credentialed professionals who could have bothered to look into your issues, seen the red flags, and just didn't care enough to do it. But that's life. People aren't always looking out for your best interests

Detrans community: reflections

I’ve been in the detrans world for a while. It’s bloomed and grown, unfortunately, as more people are hurt by trans medicine and seek new understand of themselves. I’ve seen the good and bad, a patchwork of human suffering and resilience. 1/? I’ve had relationships that are way too intense. A stranger is suddenly on the phone with me, feral with regret and grief over her mastectomy. She begs me for some words that will make it better. I can’t. I only tell her it gets easier to bear. 2/?

when i first detransitioned, i was sure i had ruined my life. it was a scary, bleak feeling that i thought would never end. so i bought yarn for this blanket and told myself "finish this blanket first, then see how you feel" when the blanket was done, i did feel a little better. not totally - i was still a mess. the identity crisis, medical fiasco, and subsequent total disintegration of my worldview was far from resolved - but i could see a little light. the blanket reminded me things can change.