This person was...bad. Even by mentally ill trans person standards. He prided himself on being a NEET. No education, no job, no income, living at home and feeding off his mom. He had a bad habit of drugs and alcohol and used them as coping mechanisms. At the same time, he wanted to dream big on living in NYC or being a drifting sugar baby or some shit.
He also prided himself as an " omnisexual anarcho-communist" and was once otherkin, specifically a "cute loli vampire catgirl". He was an unabashed lolicon and often went on long tirades on how lolicons are good people every time I, being the most vocal against that shit, would mention my discomfort.
He was also a hedonist, something which he himself took pride in. As such, he showed zero regards to society, norms, standards or people.
You know the furry con disaster that was RainFurrest? Yeah, he applauded the ones taking drugs and destroying the hotel.
Worse yet, he himself admitted to the fact that he had not showered in 4 years because of "dysphoria".
Imagine the body odor.
He also admitted that he once tried to drink his own piss to "see how it tasted". Needless to say, it was not good. He also had a weirdly masculine obsession with height. He hated that he was short.
Now, I might be wrong but aren't men usually the ones who struggle with their heights out of insecurity? I have never seen women do that, it's usually their weight.
He left the server because of two reasons; 1, his mom died and he was fucked. So he wandered the streets, lived with some friends, lived with extended family etc.
2, he had a falling out with another member who dared to suggest that trans people should get as much therapy as possible before going through with hrt and surgery and that shit.
In fact this incident offended him so much that he refuses to return unless that person leaves the server entirely. Which is...extreme.
At the time, he was there, I sorta took on an attendant role because I really wanted him to get some sort of life so he could go to New York and stop complaining about how fucked his life is because anyone with more than two brain cells could see that if he didn't stop relying on his mother to basically take care of him forever, his life would be fucked. I really wanted him to succeed and get some agency.
There is nothing good about being a NEET, troon or not.
Mental illness is a bitch but fucking hell, you gotta at least try to clean up your act.
To my knowledge, he has yet to do that. So I don't know where he is or if he's even alive. Because I'm a softie, I do hope he, against all odds, got the help he needed.