My last really, really close nerd friend has started to poon out after being "befriended" (see: groomed) by a group of trans sex cultists online through a children's video game. She is an autistic woman in her 30's.
Not Great update to this post I made on my friend.
My own health is quite poor right now. I fully intent to fight like hell and stick around because I do not want my last years on this earth being spent in clown world LMFAO. I will endure through sheer spite. (Not to mention, there are so many adventures I want to go on, and places that I want to see. I'm not ready to
go, if you catch my drift.)
Even so, as a result of my uncertain future, I've been hanging out with my friend more.
She's still with her unpleasant internet friend group whose entire personalities seem to be their make believe gender, their kin religion woo cult slop, and calling people out online. (These are adult 25+ year old women btw.) She can't even send a funny AI music shitpost to these people without them berating her for being evil. Myself and her boyfriend are the two known non-familiar islands of logic and normalcy in her life that I am aware of.
Friend quit a lot of social media sites where gender shit festers (tumblr and twitter) and she lacks any pronouns on her discord profile, so I (erroneously) thought the nonbinary shit had blown over or at least would stay contained to the internet. That is, until my friend needed to come into my house for something. I apologized to her that my dog would greet her by barking obnoxiously, but I reassured her he wouldn't carry on or act aggressive because she's a woman, and he only gets aggressive with men he doesn't know. She said, "well, I hope he's okay with she/theys!"
I WANTED to respond with "don't worry, all dogs are TERFs like me" but nonbinary/pooner shit genuinely upsets me due to my long history with it, so I couldn't do anything other than grey rock and look like the monkey side eye meme as I unlocked my house.
She knows I lost the partner I really liked over this ideology. She was one of the only people who stood by me when I broke it off with old partner. All my off-color mockery aside, I don't hate the
people who fall into this ideology as a group (in fact, many of them I love deeply and I often feel like I'm mourning them as if they died, even if they haven't yet) because I know they are all suffering and need HELP not pronouns and hormones, but I have a Master Computer AM level of hatred for the ideology itself, and at this point I don't even know how to discuss the elephant in the room with my friend without flying off the handle into angry spergland.
I know part of the problem is it is absolutely, unequivocally
integral that I focus on myself and my health right now, but my instinct is to be the helper and healer for others. I love her like family. I want to help her. But I really don't think I can right now, and it's fucking eating me alive.