Years ago I made friends through video games with a girl. Clicked instantly, lots of similar interests, long discord calls, and being invited into their small online group of IRL friends and family. We shared real names, personal info, even address to send small gifts and hopes to meet someday. She of course was fucked in the head, but it was the "normal" depressed millennial shit, basic bitch mental illness , chronically online, worked shit entry level jobs, can't drive, self hatred to the max, but it was still normal pathetic struggles. Atleast seemed to be at first, over time you could see she was unstable, overthinking and destructive with her irl situations, be family, work, housing, or her physical health.I did my best to be a supportive friend, and have for the years to come since then.
I can't even remember at what point the trans shit started, but I was supportive due to not figuring out the absolute horse shit it all was yet. She was so happy to be a "man", disconnect herself from the person she was and hated, and was starting fresh. Excited to get to the next steps of the transition as fast as she could. Tits chopped off with in the year of her new identity, and injecting T. It's been downhill ever since.
This was atleast before Covid, and fast forward to now, it's just so fucking painful to watch. She's past the new fun of recreating herself into a new model, expecting it to make all her problems go away, but it just made it all 10 times worse. She's on disability, takes so many fucking behavioral meds and pain meds that apparently do nothing. I've tried to express that there's a need for more than just drugs and she needs to work on personal growth and goals as a human being with actually professionals in person because there's no real accountability with fully online therapists. (Most are just caseworkers doing a side hustle anyways with no actual experience with the mental ill) She says she tries but that's bullshit. She rots in her room and cries that her physical pain is too much and can't sleep. I just want to scream at her that her body is deteriorating from the years of injecting the wrong hormones in her body!!! I know I could say it, but it wouldn't do any good. Every day she's in the 'vent' thread crying over small inconveniences that a normal adult, even dysfunction adults could handle. Throws temper tantrums when her caseworkers doesn't say what she wants, and complains about how small the money she receives from the government when if she had just not convinced herself into thinking hormones would change her life, she could at least be still making more money at those entry level jobs she would bounce between.
I know the right choice would be just bail and ghost, but I've been in this girl's life for almost a decade and have the feeling of older sibling responsibilities to her. Please someone tell me to just pull the fucking plug and she's a lost cause. Every time I get close to it my retarded bleeding heart stops me.
Edit: I honestly think I can't let go is I see so much of my younger self in her, and I've managed to get through life's hurdles, some worse than hers, and wish I could help to get her on track but CANT with this gender tiptoeing