Off-Topic Losing people to transgenderism support thread - Support group for trans widows and other people who lost loved ones to troonism

[thyme]

About a month ago I looked up my old best friend from high school, and was very sad to see she jumped on the troon train.

I'm happily engaged now, but back then I had the biggest crush on her, which adds another level of mindfuckery.

I tried reconnecting with her on twitter but the distance is too vast now after all that time. I know she doesnt want to hear from me anymore, for good reason (I had ghosted due to personal issues) but fuck, man.

I want to shake her and ask her what the hell is going on. She always was ambiguous with her presentation, why did she dive off the deep end? Was it that she went to college, and I hadn't? Is that where the gulf between our views opened up? I'm still rather young and therefore naive, so for some reason in my mind I thought the person I once knew so well would still mostly be there. I never expected this level of insecurity from her.

I never expected the self assured, intelligent, sly person I had always looked up to was dealing with the same demons that fuck ups like me hung around. Or did she pick them up somewhere after I was gone? Or, dreadfully, was it from me? And me running away left her all alone with the bullcrap I spouted back then?

It feels like another game like the ones she used to play classmates with. She managed to convince someone for about a full day that it's normal to sleep with your eyelids open, for example.

I simply can't wrap my head around it. From the perspective I had of her as a teen, it always appeared like she had everything. Loving parents and family, no financial worries, talent and skill. I'm just an outsider now, however it looks to me she is poised there with a lit match labelled he/they, ready to burn it all down.

But, really, who am I to say anything? I haven't been a friend in years, and clearly the person I knew is gone. My gripes are worthless and not needed.

Out of all of this, I'm sat here weighing the consequences of my decisions. Where would we be if I continued onward as who I was back then, and maintained friendship? Instead of the choice I had made to cut it all off, run away and start from 'what I needed' rather than 'what I wanted'- if I could have been mindful enough to consider not just what I needed, but also what my friends needed? To share the experiences that opened my own eyes, the ones that prompted me to clean house with my prior idealogies?

All these considerations from finding an old and distant friend is trans. The amazing strength of those of you here sharing your stories of near and dear loved ones heading down this path is only more pertinent.

 

[Male Idiot]

Nothing wrong with a useful tomboy girl.

Introduce her to warhammer and she'll have chest hair like a lumberjack.

 

[Ser Prize]

There is this girl who is quite good looking and would make a nice tomboy but she's dead serious about trooning out. Right now she's pre-everything, but might start being put on Testosterone soon-ish, so she will go from "Standard Tomboy" to "Ayden" soon. Unsure what to do about it, is not that we are close or anything, just mostly friends of mutual friends, but it will be a shame watching her destroy her body.

Tempted to show her the GRS thread, may make her cut ties with me and burning a part of my social circle over it or make her stay-a-tomboy as is right now.

Tomboys becoming Gaydens are always the most painful.

 

[Sealbaby]

she is poised there with a lit match labelled he/they, ready to burn it all down.

Some women aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some women just want to watch the world troon

It's not about trannies, it's about sending a message

Everything burns

 

[OneMillionRPM]

I think a longtime friend of mine is on the verge of trooning out. She already ticks most of the boxes: was always a tomboy, autistic, considers herself asexual, is into hobbies where the idpol shit has taken hold (then again, where hasn't it taken hold?), etc. She also follows this tranny Vtuber who's been making all these longposts about his transition ("when i look in the mirror i don't see a guy anymore", "life has gotten so much happier ever since i started transitioning", shit like this) and of course he reblogs all kinds of lesbian-fetish anime posts. I feel like he's going to be the one to push her over the edge.

I can tell she's deeply entrenched in this shit now, so I don't think that being direct with her is going to help anything. About the only thing I could think of doing would be to make an alternate persona, befriend her, and later have that persona troon out in such a way where it shows her what trannies are really like. But I don't know if it's even worth the effort, honestly. We've been drifting apart these past few years and talk maybe once or twice a month now.

 

[Kung Pow Cream]

I just lost a long term friend to the cult. He was a feminine twink. He had multiple issues growing up. He was molested. He was raped. He is traumatized and mentally ill but I always loved him because we've been together thick and thin. If this was a decade ago, he would have just been a man with a feminization fetish. He's also terminally online which isn't really helping him.

In our group, we have some trans people. They all suffer in different ways. One person has dysphoria and is upset that the medications have killed their sex drive. Another person is depressed that no one will love them and also that their sex drive is also diminished. Many times they have gotten turned down because people don't want to be in a relationship with transgender people. They know something is wrong with them but I can't help or I'll be considered a TERF. Another person got fired from their job and now they work for uber. For some reason, they think it's a good job even though it taxes your car and the gas prices are insane so they eat away at your bottom line. We'll call them D for "driver".

D has been putting nonsense into my friends head. They called him an egg and such. I have no idea how deep the conversations went but it slowly started changing him. First D says that my friend is now nonbinary and would like to be called "they/them". I didn't mind. "They" is easy to use. A year or so passes and then my friend says that they're starting HRT and D makes the group love bomb him while saying "got another one boys".

Here's the thing about my friend. They are mentally ill and they crave attention and affection. They will do multiple things just to keep getting that affection and love. When I saw this happen, I felt sick. I knew they were being manipulated.

So I went to them. I told them my feelings. I told them that I was scared for him. He won't be able to have kids. He'll have ED. Estrogen deals with connective tissue and he has a heart condition. He said that he'll have a team of doctors seeing if it's a good idea. I told him that I've seen people get the okay from doctors and they still suffer. He said he's still going on with it.

So now I get to watch an online friend slowly die and then eventually commit suicide. Transitioning never helps. It never makes you happy. It never makes you feel complete. It's mental illness so it always changes to something else that needs to be fixed. Perhaps your boobs are too small. Perhaps you'd finally like to stand to pee. Even if you don't die from the complications of HRT and surgeries, you'll never feel happy.

 

[Ser Prize]

I think a longtime friend of mine is on the verge of trooning out. She already ticks most of the boxes: was always a tomboy, autistic, considers herself asexual, is into hobbies where the idpol shit has taken hold (then again, where hasn't it taken hold?), etc. She also follows this tranny Vtuber who's been making all these longposts about his transition ("when i look in the mirror i don't see a guy anymore", "life has gotten so much happier ever since i started transitioning", shit like this) and of course he reblogs all kinds of lesbian-fetish anime posts. I feel like he's going to be the one to push her over the edge.

I can tell she's deeply entrenched in this shit now, so I don't think that being direct with her is going to help anything. About the only thing I could think of doing would be to make an alternate persona, befriend her, and later have that persona troon out in such a way where it shows her what trannies are really like. But I don't know if it's even worth the effort, honestly. We've been drifting apart these past few years and talk maybe once or twice a month now.

That won't work. Just make an effort to be there for her and engage with her. All you can really do. Try to get into a new hobby with her.

 

[Dr. Octogonapus]

One of my oldest friends just started calling himself cute and talking about how he wants breasts. I know this road too well. I took a shot immediately.

When will it end, Kiwis? When will the troondom end?

 

[The Emperor Skeksis]

I just lost a long term friend to the cult. He was a feminine twink. He had multiple issues growing up. He was molested. He was raped. He is traumatized and mentally ill but I always loved him because we've been together thick and thin. If this was a decade ago, he would have just been a man with a feminization fetish.

This one is particularly sad. And bitterly ironic since the troon community is full of sex pests. I'm sorry he didn't want to listen to you.

 

[Nonconsentual Pronouns]

One of my exes started to literally try to become me immediately after I dumped him and it sunk in that I wasn't going to keep taking him back after repeatedly catching him with porn. Porn preceding troonery, how shocking. Textbook example of "become the goth GF", but to an even more insane extreme.

Spoiler: the deets

I've gotten a lot of unwanted sexual attention over my life, and he had been envious of it since we'd first met. When the troonening began and we were stuck living together for another few years because poor, he began secretly squeezing into my clothes and stealing my panties before he moved on to buying shitty Hot Topic and Spencer's emo fetish clothes. Basically he just suddenly became an AGP who didn't know how to dress like an actual goth woman and gravitated towards the image of a teenage slut vying for attention. He kept talking about how "we match"ed, wondering if people were going to "mistake us for sisters", and other creepy, retarded garbage. Cunt, I don't wear fucking fishnets, emo stripes or shitty satin faux corsets to go wander around in public in.

When his hair grew out long enough, he started copying my haircut and dying his hair to look like mine, but I eventually prodded him in the direction of going danger hair with that blue dye shit at the mall, just to get him to stop copying me in at least that way. Purple is my favorite non-black color, which he copied and said was also his favorite after it was well established that his real favorite was blue. He unsurprisingly switched to purple dye to go with his obnoxiously purple-accented black emo mall clothes, but at least he wasn't back to dying it to try to look like my hair color. He started trying to copy the annoying, high-pitched way I sneeze when I don't muffle it in time because he thinks it sounds like a cute uwu widdle anime guwl and pretend to be oh so embewassed. It's not cute, you weeb faggot, my breathing tubes are fucked up. He started trying to copy anything and everything about me to the point where when I got engaged, I would turn my ring over in his presence to keep him from seeing its design. I failed to remember to do this once, he saw it, and of course he told me that he had "been thinking about getting one just like this". Nothing was sacred and I was stuck living with the shittiest skinwalker.

I got married, got away from him, blocked his number, and continue to receive unopened emails from him to this very week.

Oh right, and he still has my cat hostage to try to force me to keep in contact with him after tricking me into thinking he'd give her back to me. I have not blocked his email in case he suddenly decides to do the right thing (or runs out of money or stops caring) and arrange for my cat to be flown out to me for real. It's been a long time and I'm running out of hope because of how old my poor sweet kitty is getting. She could be dead for all I know and he would probably never tell me because she's the closest thing to a bridge to me that he has.

He did far worse things that I'm not getting into here for obvious reasons. Fuck my life and fuck trannies.

 

[DumbDude42]

One of my exes started to literally try to become me immediately after I dumped him and it sunk in that I wasn't going to keep taking him back after repeatedly catching him with porn. Porn preceding troonery, how shocking. Textbook example of "become the goth GF", but to an even more insane extreme.

Spoiler: the deets

I've gotten a lot of unwanted sexual attention over my life, and he had been envious of it since we'd first met. When the troonening began and we were stuck living together for another few years because poor, he began secretly squeezing into my clothes and stealing my panties before he moved on to buying shitty Hot Topic and Spencer's emo fetish clothes. Basically he just suddenly became an AGP who didn't know how to dress like an actual goth woman and gravitated towards the image of a teenage slut vying for attention. He kept talking about how "we match"ed, wondering if people were going to "mistake us for sisters", and other creepy, retarded garbage. Cunt, I don't wear fucking fishnets, emo stripes or shitty satin faux corsets to go wander around in public in.

When his hair grew out long enough, he started copying my haircut and dying his hair to look like mine, but I eventually prodded him in the direction of going danger hair with that blue dye shit at the mall, just to get him to stop copying me in at least that way. Purple is my favorite non-black color, which he copied and said was also his favorite after it was well established that his real favorite was blue. He unsurprisingly switched to purple dye to go with his obnoxiously purple-accented black emo mall clothes, but at least he wasn't back to dying it to try to look like my hair color. He started trying to copy the annoying, high-pitched way I sneeze when I don't muffle it in time because he thinks it sounds like a cute uwu widdle anime guwl and pretend to be oh so embewassed. It's not cute, you weeb faggot, my breathing tubes are fucked up. He started trying to copy anything and everything about me to the point where when I got engaged, I would turn my ring over in his presence to keep him from seeing its design. I failed to remember to do this once, he saw it, and of course he told me that he had "been thinking about getting one just like this". Nothing was sacred and I was stuck living with the shittiest skinwalker.

I got married, got away from him, blocked his number, and continue to receive unopened emails from him to this very week.

Oh right, and he still has my cat hostage to try to force me to keep in contact with him after tricking me into thinking he'd give her back to me. I have not blocked his email in case he suddenly decides to do the right thing (or runs out of money or stops caring) and arrange for my cat to be flown out to me for real. It's been a long time and I'm running out of hope because of how old my poor sweet kitty is getting. She could be dead for all I know and he would probably never tell me because she's the closest thing to a bridge to me that he has.

He did far worse things that I'm not getting into here for obvious reasons. Fuck my life and fuck trannies.

can you not send your husband and some relatives (brother, cousin, whatever) over to him to take your cat back? leaving your pet in the posession of an obsessive unstable madman sounds terrible

 

[Vingle]

can you not send your husband and some relatives (brother, cousin, whatever) over to him to take your cat back? leaving your pet in the posession of an obsessive unstable madman sounds terrible

Or the police.

 

[Mister Mint]

My college roommate was obsessed with getting a girlfriend and was a complete proto-incel. Believed when a girl he liked broke up with her boyfriend and, later, started seeing someone else that it was "unfair" because it was "his turn" like she's a pussy merry-go-round. He would have mental episodes over it constantly, even half-assedly attempting to kill himself (for attention and sympathy)

Fast forward to now and he's trooned up completely. He couldn't get the attention he wanted so he got the attention he could.

 

[Sailor]

I do believe that the current Marxism in schools are helping towards this trend. I had a friend in school, I thought she was the coolest motherfucker ever because she was a brilliant artist and so funny and silly but would get angry so quickly with me. Fast forward now she's called Victor and is selling furry art. Can't make this shit up.

The reason why I said Marxism in school is causing this is because Marxism want to sexualise children. This is not just because Marxism draws in pedos like a Popeyes draws in niggers but that children are not politically active. Once a child becomes sexualised you can mould them in any political way you want. Once a child realises sexuality, that innocence is gone and you can cut off that parent child connection. Marxists want to destroy childhood innocence for the good of their sick cause. But doing this leads to confusion.

Another thing to note is how autism is heavily linked with transgenderism. I have said this before but it's something ridiculously high, something like in the 40-50% of trans people have autism. It's because autists treat gender like a shopping list that needs to be followed. That's why transwomen will act like pornstars. It's not just a fetish but it's how their minds work. If they don't wear high heels and pink clothes and act like sluts how will people know they are women?

 

[Nonconsentual Pronouns]

can you not send your husband and some relatives (brother, cousin, whatever) over to him to take your cat back? leaving your pet in the posession of an obsessive unstable madman sounds terrible

I wish so badly that I could.

Or the police.

They don't give a fuck. They give even less of a fuck because I don't have her papers.

My only solace is that my ex is with some really uptight tranny who's obsessed and really strict with the cats' care. The other troon is despicable in a number of ways, but he would never let her be neglected at all. He's sensibly really salty and choosy about the shit that most companies put into cat food, and he cares about their exercise. As much as I hate troon2, I'm at least grateful to know that my little kitty isn't being abused or neglected.

 

[Kung Pow Cream]

This one is particularly sad. And bitterly ironic since the troon community is full of sex pests. I'm sorry he didn't want to listen to you.

I asked him to promise to remember the words I said. I hope that when issues happen, he'll remember what I said and then he'll realize what he's done to himself. If he doesn't, I'll just simply say "You forgot."

 

[NerdShamer]

One of my exes started to literally try to become me immediately after I dumped him and it sunk in that I wasn't going to keep taking him back after repeatedly catching him with porn. Porn preceding troonery, how shocking. Textbook example of "become the goth GF", but to an even more insane extreme.

Spoiler: the deets

I've gotten a lot of unwanted sexual attention over my life, and he had been envious of it since we'd first met. When the troonening began and we were stuck living together for another few years because poor, he began secretly squeezing into my clothes and stealing my panties before he moved on to buying shitty Hot Topic and Spencer's emo fetish clothes. Basically he just suddenly became an AGP who didn't know how to dress like an actual goth woman and gravitated towards the image of a teenage slut vying for attention. He kept talking about how "we match"ed, wondering if people were going to "mistake us for sisters", and other creepy, retarded garbage. Cunt, I don't wear fucking fishnets, emo stripes or shitty satin faux corsets to go wander around in public in.

When his hair grew out long enough, he started copying my haircut and dying his hair to look like mine, but I eventually prodded him in the direction of going danger hair with that blue dye shit at the mall, just to get him to stop copying me in at least that way. Purple is my favorite non-black color, which he copied and said was also his favorite after it was well established that his real favorite was blue. He unsurprisingly switched to purple dye to go with his obnoxiously purple-accented black emo mall clothes, but at least he wasn't back to dying it to try to look like my hair color. He started trying to copy the annoying, high-pitched way I sneeze when I don't muffle it in time because he thinks it sounds like a cute uwu widdle anime guwl and pretend to be oh so embewassed. It's not cute, you weeb faggot, my breathing tubes are fucked up. He started trying to copy anything and everything about me to the point where when I got engaged, I would turn my ring over in his presence to keep him from seeing its design. I failed to remember to do this once, he saw it, and of course he told me that he had "been thinking about getting one just like this". Nothing was sacred and I was stuck living with the shittiest skinwalker.

I got married, got away from him, blocked his number, and continue to receive unopened emails from him to this very week.

Oh right, and he still has my cat hostage to try to force me to keep in contact with him after tricking me into thinking he'd give her back to me. I have not blocked his email in case he suddenly decides to do the right thing (or runs out of money or stops caring) and arrange for my cat to be flown out to me for real. It's been a long time and I'm running out of hope because of how old my poor sweet kitty is getting. She could be dead for all I know and he would probably never tell me because she's the closest thing to a bridge to me that he has.

He did far worse things that I'm not getting into here for obvious reasons. Fuck my life and fuck trannies.

You should have seen the Kiwi who was complaining that her AGP husband(?) was rubbing one through her panties.

 

[Meiwaku]

I'm not going into specifics but a childhood friend went awol for like years to the extent me and other old friends banded together to find him in vain.... only to later come across that he has trooned. My brain did a windows shutdown noise and I was in a daze. I literally have known this person nearly their whole life and maintained a decent friendship at varying levels depending upon where life took us. It really hit me hard and his other friends are a bit libcucked so they instantly went to "she" and kind of :/// when I said "they". But literally no.

Needless to say this was the one time in my life I did an autistic screech into a pillow. Shit works. I see why retards do it now. Feelsgoodman.jpg

I want to talk to him to figure out the deets because my curiosity is a dreadful side effect of my personality. I love cringe. I love trainwrecks. I love tea. But I don't know if I can handle it. It's been half a year and I still don't have answers.

Also said person does NOT even remotely pass ofc.

 

[LurkNoMore]

Also said person does NOT even remotely pass ofc.

None of them pass. Literally none of them.

 

[Aib Ld]

I recently found a screenshot she sent me long ago where she was at on her Discord and some friend in her DMs said the same thing that was on my mind back then: "You're making me walk on eggshells. That's unhealthy for both of us. You weren't like this before." It was one of those pics she would send for the typical 'this friend is mean' bombs I would get. My response was "I don't know what is the context though". She blew up at me.
I want to post it here, but no idea if its too powerlevel-y even if I censor the names.
Even then, the implications that she abandoned everyone who genuinely wanted to help her, to instead join a love-bombing cult is horrifying. And I didn't even notice it.

So I came across the screenshot on cleaning up my computer and there was more than I thought. I felt like I want to post it here, but didn't want to for privacy.... but T (the trans ex-friend) did sent me these screenshots for gaslighting or whatever. Reading them makes the context makes the context more obvious than ever, while back then I was like 'I need context for both sides' while she wouldn't give me anything, just that the person is 'projecting', aggressive, and whatnot. They're even supposed to be private DMs too.
Still not sure to post them here anyway, with censored names and all.

EDIT: Ah fuck it, if I want to fully forget about her, then I maybe need to reveal what she tried to do to me. White is T, blue is the friend who tried to snap her out of it, and orange's is T's sister. There's a hour of missing chat logs, and I could guess that very personal stuff, and looking at personal stuff doesn't vibe well with me. I hope the guy out there is fine with me revealing chat logs, I can tell he has enough of her and knew tough love to say the truth that shes on her own on whatever consequences that comes before pushing her off. Maybe I need to stop being too nice one of these days...

Spoiler: logs