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

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I love it when assholes troon out, especially assholes who made me feel inferior in the past. It's satisfying. Like a form of justice because these people are the least likely ones to detroon.
I’m still waiting for my first IRL troon out. I’m really hoping it’s someone I can’t stand and not just some poor lonely sod who has spent too much time on Reddit.
 
Another one.
I've been playing Deadlock and I met up with an old high school friend via discord.
Immediately I was blasted by his PFP: A furry in front of a troon flag
:lossmanjack:

Instead of blocking him, I pressed on, despite my better judgement.
"Nora" and "her" girlfriend were quite a bit of fun to play the game with. They had a DOTA background which helped them figure out the game faster and I carried them to their first win.
But, as previously mentioned, I am not the "go along with shit" type of guy. I came out of the gate SWINGING.
My first words to Nora was about how incredibly transphobic I am and that I'm not sorry about it. "She" took it in stride, opening the conversation up, which was incredibly refreshing. This isn't someone who I'm super invested in, just someone I know from high school, so I was totally willing to tell him to go fuck himself, if that's what needed to happen.

What resulted was a very balanced and informative conversation about his transition, trajectory, and some clear insight to the broken mind of the tranny. Definitely not something I will do again, but I'll probably lurk in the discord he invited me to, just to see the goings on.

The young man I went to high school with was definitely not the person I was playing games with, I'll say that much. This was someone much more confident in themselves and he genuinely seemed a lot happier, which of course he attributed to his transition. I'm not sure whether to be happy for him, or completely horrified by the severity of indoctrination.

Anyway, I wanted to share this bizarre story with the fine people in this thread, because I feel like it's been my most positive experience with a tranny in a long time. I think this is because I was able to stay true to myself and my anti-trans convictions and sentiment, while also maintaining a kind and emotionally level demeanor.

Do with that, what you will.
 
The young man I went to high school with was definitely not the person I was playing games with, I'll say that much. This was someone much more confident in themselves and he genuinely seemed a lot happier, which of course he attributed to his transition. I'm not sure whether to be happy for him, or completely horrified by the severity of indoctrination.
Probably neither.

This sounds like an autistic man who's found a way to unmask. Which is good, because masking will absolutely destroy the autistic psyche, for autistics it's like playing a character all the time, through all sorts of things such as sensory overload. It's like a robot being low on batteries, autistics have to mind even their posture and facial expressions to look like a normie. As long as you don't scrape shit off your foot to eat like Richard Stallman it's all good!

Except that predictably enough, it led to troonism. Autists like to categorise everything in neat little boxes, so if he had 1 too many feminine interests his autistic brain will tell him that he's tranny. Or if he was hanging around furfags who groomed him by glazing transitioning as hard as they could, so he adopted the group identity. Trooning out is not a good cope. It sucks, and as we all know is ruining, and will ruin him in the future. Fucked up because you can see the writing on the wall, you know it's all more ephemeral than an ex-stripper's love, and yet there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. :(
 
Another one.
I've been playing Deadlock and I met up with an old high school friend via discord.
Immediately I was blasted by his PFP: A furry in front of a troon flag
:lossmanjack:

Instead of blocking him, I pressed on, despite my better judgement.
"Nora" and "her" girlfriend were quite a bit of fun to play the game with. They had a DOTA background which helped them figure out the game faster and I carried them to their first win.
But, as previously mentioned, I am not the "go along with shit" type of guy. I came out of the gate SWINGING.
My first words to Nora was about how incredibly transphobic I am and that I'm not sorry about it. "She" took it in stride, opening the conversation up, which was incredibly refreshing. This isn't someone who I'm super invested in, just someone I know from high school, so I was totally willing to tell him to go fuck himself, if that's what needed to happen.

What resulted was a very balanced and informative conversation about his transition, trajectory, and some clear insight to the broken mind of the tranny. Definitely not something I will do again, but I'll probably lurk in the discord he invited me to, just to see the goings on.

The young man I went to high school with was definitely not the person I was playing games with, I'll say that much. This was someone much more confident in themselves and he genuinely seemed a lot happier, which of course he attributed to his transition. I'm not sure whether to be happy for him, or completely horrified by the severity of indoctrination.

Anyway, I wanted to share this bizarre story with the fine people in this thread, because I feel like it's been my most positive experience with a tranny in a long time. I think this is because I was able to stay true to myself and my anti-trans convictions and sentiment, while also maintaining a kind and emotionally level demeanor.

Do with that, what you will.
You sound like an egg they’ll need to crack.
 
I am so heartbroken over a roommate which is a woman claiming to be non-binary and trying to get “gender affirming” surgery aka getting her tits chopped off. She told me how badly she wants it and it makes me so depressed. She reinforces these ideas that female bodies are inherently sexual and does not do the rebellious thing and embrace the female body as a non-sexual object. I get depressed every time I talk to her and she brings up gender as she is a white middle class woman trying to get oppression points when I’m more oppressed than she is (I won’t identify myself due to opsec but think of the entire bucket of minorities in one person) and it’s genuinely cringy. I try to date other women and every butch woman I’ve met irl or online has now defined themselves as non-binary or “trans masc”. I can’t keep bringing myself to attend “lesbian/sapphic/wlw” bar events and seeing these creatures mingle. These drugs ruined the gay community like crack for the black community in the 1980’s. Apologies for the vent if this is too much.
 
Probably neither.
You make good points and it's all stuff I brought up with him. At a certain point the delusion is too strong and no matter how much I talked about complications with SRS or side effects of HRT, it was falling on deaf ears. Kind of refreshing in a way to meet someone who will hear me out, even if they turn around and say "nah I'd win"
I wish the best for the guy but he's on a waiting list for bottom surgery so its only a matter of time before he joins the 41%

You sound like an egg they’ll need to crack.
Kill yourself, nigger.
 
You make good points and it's all stuff I brought up with him. At a certain point the delusion is too strong and no matter how much I talked about complications with SRS or side effects of HRT, it was falling on deaf ears. Kind of refreshing in a way to meet someone who will hear me out, even if they turn around and say "nah I'd win"
I wish the best for the guy but he's on a waiting list for bottom surgery so its only a matter of time before he joins the 41%


Kill yourself, nigger.
I hope he one day realizes that transitioning wasn’t worth it
 
power level: I want to speak out in case if there are people out there who can be saved, this website helped me a lot and I am living a decent life now. Maybe somebody younger will see this and change for the better. I used to read this thread a lot to cope because there was nobody else to talk to that would not peddle trooning out as the solution.

I was groomed for many years by a family member and had nowhere to run. It came to a point where I was scared during the night, I had nowhere to run if I was approached. Online and offline I had a hard time escaping this predicament as the trans stuff was pushed upon me with nobody to talk to. Even IRL I had horrible experiences dealing with sleezy old men who'd hit me up and random people groping me. I was honestly sick of it and depressed.

Given that people say I look a little feminine (constantly get these comments from my extended family), I "look the part" despite dressing normally I'd be at high risk of trooming out, and make no mistake everything in my life was pushing me towards such a horrific path. I still like to read, sew, tend to the garden, and sometimes when I come up with a design there are people who say that if they didn't know I was a man they'd think some woman made it. It's okay to be that way, you don't need validation. Part of being a man is that you are confident in yourself no matter what cards you are dealt with and you fight on. Who cares if people call you gay, or you get mistaken for a woman, you are who you are. Maybe one day somebody will appreciate you for who you are, nonetheless you never have to conform as there's nothing wrong with you.

Part of what these groomers like to do is that they target you when you are either young, vulnerable, depressed, non conforming, or a combination of these. It's actually eerily similar to selling people cosmetic solutions to their insecurities, we all know that invasive cosmetic procedures are a massive industry ranging from simple things like lip fillers, botox, to advanced surgical operations.

Transgenderism targets similar roots: dysphoria. Now this solution packages simpler operations along with a lifetime of hormones and insecurity, it is even more lucrative than targeting an insecure woman due to the mandatory treatments to even keep a caricature of a human running. Whereas previously somebody's own neuroticism over their appearance leads to bogging themselves (an increasing trend with "preventative" treatment e.g subtle botox to prevent "aging") now you have hooked someone permanently for they've dug their own grave and can only stick to this path as the changes are so permanent, they've permanently disfigured themselves to a level that a kardashian could never hope to achieve.

Nonetheless transgender operations are eerily similar to the kinds of operations these corporations bait women into undergoing, it sells a solution to a manufactured problem. Worst case you are ugly and disfigured, so what? There is no need to go under the knife or to pump yourself full of toxins, as long as you have character and beauty from within. These permanent procedures are a reflection of yourself, a mirror showing every little insecurity that you have.

Reading this thread helped me to cope, that at least someone out there cared. Despite the way a lot of people speak on this site, deep down everyone cares about their friends, family and I hope you guys never give up. Please reach out, help others, it is easy to just give up but as long as you can help out one person it makes all the difference in the world.

I still suffer from the past a little, you can never forget of course. I used to be expressive now I dont speak out much, when somebody acts friendly I act avoidantly. It's really messed up what people have done to me, that I've been conditioned to fear kindness. I am just happy to be at peace now and hope whoever reads this can find peace in life too.
 
I still like to read, sew, tend to the garden, and sometimes when I come up with a design there are people who say that if they didn't know I was a man they'd think some woman made it.
Mate, your hobbies are not effeminate; you are 1900s. Gardening, reading, sewing- all extremely masculine habits. Everyone back then knew the basics of gardening and sewing as they were basic survival skills, and the majority of scholars were men. Famous tailors and dress designers, almost always men. Admittedly they were often fruitier than a Christmas gift hamper, but I'm sure you get my meaning. People have always done what needed to be done, and as women were usually saddled down with babies and domestic duties, it often fell to you blokes to do everything left over.

Men haven't changed. Women haven't changed. It's society's idea of what men and women are that has changed and become so weirdly restricted and inflexible.

The memories of abuse do fade with time. They'll never go away entirely, but the edges eventually wear down and it's no longer this jagged trauma that you have to clamber over on your way to the real world, only a bit of a hillock to scale. It takes a while, but it does happen.
 
I still suffer from the past a little, you can never forget of course. I used to be expressive now I dont speak out much, when somebody acts friendly I act avoidantly. It's really messed up what people have done to me, that I've been conditioned to fear kindness. I am just happy to be at peace now and hope whoever reads this can find peace in life too
Have a PL for a PL
My dad bakes the best food, is who everyone wants to cook for them, made mine, my moms, my sisters and my nieces moccassins by hand, my dad is a small man, barely taller than me. Close to 5'4 to 5'6 (I'm 5'3) he is also small framed in general. He's incredibly soft spoken and awkward, very gentle.
He grew up on a farm, and all 3 of his older brothers are terrified of him. This is because my dad doesn't play fair, ever. And he will tell you this.
He also isn't afraid to humilliate you. My dad went hunting with his brothers and caught the biggest white tail, and hauled it 5 FUCKING MILES BACK TO CAMP.
His brothers used their boats or hunting carts. They couldn't fucking carry theirs half as far! And boy did he fucking gloat about it to their faces lmao.
My dad is also the type with such good aim, he's shot hawks out of the air in one shot, I've watched him do it. The shit eating grin he'd get reminded me of a cat that caught a particularly clever mouse.

You would NEVER think this small, quiet, possibly autistic and effeminate man had 3 children, could haul 250 lbs for 5 miles (I don't even think he weighs 200, fucking how) and regularly won scraps with his 6'5 brother when they were teenagers.
Nobody, N O B O D Y that matters questions my dads masculinity because he doesn't have to. You know what he said to jackasses who made fun of him for baking and cooking?
"Least I can feed myself if my wifes cooking is shit. And thanks, means one less plate when I cook for everyone at the cookout." (My dads cooking is legendary)

My retard of a brother took after my dad. He was much taller at close to 6 ft, but was a sock thief. He was worse than my cat at stealing socks. Doesn't sound bad until you see your older brother twice your age walking with neon pink ankle socks with cat faces and ribbon on them.
He also liked cooking and baking, thought it was funny to cross dress (no he wasn't a coomer, he did it because it always made everyone laugh and he was a clown that lived to make people laugh at his expense)
He had the softest heart for animals and regularly came home from a young age to nurse wounded cats or birds. He hand sewed better than my dad, was OBSESSED with shoes and outfits to a faggoty degree, etc. That man was the biggest whore I knew. 5 kids to 4 different moms, always had a girlfriend on an arm, I have a feeling he swung both ways but he never outright showed it.
He was a giant mamas boy, calles home at 14 when he was at a friends a few blocks away because he missed my mom, etc.
He had been to prison more times than I can count for petty shit. Could probably unlock an old car without the keys and have it running in under 5 minutes, loved cars. But even if he didn't have those couple masculine traits, nobody cared. Everyone loved my stupid brother. He was a legit schizo with a big heart and the strangest personality, and people adored him for it. I really liked Terry Davis because he reminded me of him a lot, my brother would call blacks niggers just about the same amount.
Tl:dr
The only peoples opinions that should matter are the ones closest, and even then, just be you. Who gives a fuck if you like feminine shit? Does it intrude on their life? Does it make you degenerate? No. Fuck em, fuck your extended family and anyone trying to groom you. Nobody should change to fit a sexist mold. The only thing you should ever hide is your sex life/kinks because nobody wants to know that isn't a partner or a straight up perve.
I hope you have or did find good friends that like you for you.
 
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Apologies for the vent if this is too much.
This is the thread for venting, don't worry about it. I'm sorry you're having to deal with this. It's disgusting what trans activism has done to the lesbians. At least if you're a straight woman there are still ways to escape it, but troonery in lesbian spaces seems to be all-encompassing sometimes.

I get depressed every time I talk to her and she brings up gender as she is a white middle class woman trying to get oppression points when I’m more oppressed than she is (I won’t identify myself due to opsec but think of the entire bucket of minorities in one person) and it’s genuinely cringy
Sadly it's just the popular way for mediocre people with no personality to get social clout. She is not oppressed, if anything she is the oppressor by jumping on the trans/enby bandwagon. Maybe a look at the pooner thread will give you a few laughs when her shitty behaviour is making you sad. Just know that your are not responsible for her choices of self-mutilation, and she will probably press ahead no matter what you say or do. It's sad, but she has to face the consequences of her own choices at some point.
 
My first words to Nora was about how incredibly transphobic I am and that I'm not sorry about it. "She" took it in stride, opening the conversation up, which was incredibly refreshing.
Troons hate troons. Which more than anything means themselves. I've been around a few for many years, ranging from the early onset of transtrending to the "call me a failed faggot, Daddy!" fetishism of today. They'd be gooning to another weird type of porn if not troons being clocked and topped by masculine men. It sounds absurd but I genuinely think they feel a refreshing sense of "out" if someone goes "hey, I'm not gonna play along but I'm gonna talk to you like a human". More and more often I see trannies use 'clock' terms about themselves as some sort of self-own or trying to reclaim the label or whatever. "Yeah I'm a failed cuck, but I said so myself so now I can't feel bad about it!..." and then they start pumping dick about it.

Sadly it's just the popular way for mediocre people with no personality to get social clout.
It's a default pathway for people who run themselves like a brand online, ie. those who 'have to' cause they can only be a cute vtuber or a hot troon online through OCs, art, photoshop and lying. Sit there looking at porn posted by their friends all day, seeing what attention it gets them in their group chats. Now they get told "hey, just add this flag to your bio and demand being called 'she' and you'll get even more attention!". Same shit as rainbow huskies in the early TF2 days. Swap an avatar, lisp a little: Free attention and flirting.

I've cut contact with these troons cause they simply have a depressing view on life and seek only to 'grow' in terms of their brand: Sitting in discords, spamming their art everywhere, vtubing, streaming as much as possible, calling themselves voice actors on twitter and what have you. They'd rather do all that than go for a walk once a day. I recognize all these traits immediately in people of that nature. They'll use "ironic" demeaning titles about themselves while covering their profiles in memes to imply they've an unserious grasp on life, cause again, you can't fault them for being a failed troon if they never really tried in the first place, right? "Please call me Jenn. I'm trying to find work and get fit :) " isn't as sexy as "just a goonytoon loser who loves 40k! ahah". And ultimately it's all about appeal.

You know that "stare anyone in the eyes for 30 secs and youll fall in love" crap? Sit down any troon in a room for an hour with a doctor, talk sober and sternly about getting their cock cut off at 8AM on a tuesday and no one but actual lunatics would still entertain it.
 
The young man I went to high school with was definitely not the person I was playing games with, I'll say that much. This was someone much more confident in themselves and he genuinely seemed a lot happier, which of course he attributed to his transition. I'm not sure whether to be happy for him, or completely horrified by the severity of indoctrination.
Not everyone is built for individualism; many of us crave a sense of community to be a part of. The transgender movement likely fills this void for a lot of people in a way that other communities have failed to do. Why is this? I don't know, but the answer to this question will help prevent more people being consumed by the trans cult.
 
Not everyone is built for individualism; many of us crave a sense of community to be a part of. The transgender movement likely fills this void for a lot of people in a way that other communities have failed to do. Why is this? I don't know, but the answer to this question will help prevent more people being consumed by the trans cult.
Yeah, I wonder what his high school life was like. Was he bullied? Ostracized? A loner? Or was he the other extreme, an overacheiving jock trying to meet his impossibly high internalized standard of masculunity? Usually MtFs have a father who is absent, abusive, and/or just someone whom they haver no respect for. In most cases the youth strives to become the opposite of the parent they hate. And if they wind up having a lot in common anyway, they deny it.

Keep in mind, every single transition story and life story is filtered, they're saying only what they want you to hear. The story they're going to give a transphobe will probably be different from the one they give their peers. Anyway, because they're narcissists, I wouldn't be surprised if they also post about this brave/abusive encounter on reddit or discord for e-hugs
 
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Hello,

I don't post online much but after seeing this thread, it seems like a good place to at least get this off my shoulders since it's been a lot to bear lately. I'm in my 20s, my older brother (who's now identifying as a trans woman) is in his late 30s. This all started about two years ago now. He's never had the best go at life, being a child of divorce and having two shitty dads. I think it really took its toll and we're just now seeing the ramifications of it all.
Over time, the rest of my family has been able to grow closer together and make amends with the past. Making right with my father (his step-dad) has been a challenge but we've never been closer as a family. Conversely, my brother has only fallen further inwards. We'll try to engage with him, invite him to dinner or just to hang out at the house, but always met with refusal. When I invite my parents to my house (he now lives in my upstairs office after being kicked out), he never comes out and refuses to make a peep; just stays in his room and watches YouTube or posts online somewhere.
As a brother, I'll invite him to poker nights with my friends or, hell, to watch a movie downstairs just the two of us, but there's never any interest. The only things he'll engage in are Magic: The Gathering and redigested lolcow commentaries on YouTube (ironically enough). This hurts a lot since a lot of the formative media I consumed in my early years - books, TV, music, video games, Internet stomping grounds - are largely of his influence. I really thought we'd be kicking it playing PS1 JRPGs or something together by now. The parallels to drug addiction are really frightening. My mom says it's like he's killing himself in slow motion. I miss my brother, guys, I don't know what else to do.

Sorry if this doesn't have much structure, doesn't make sense, isn't pertinent or is gay and for fags. I don't really have anybody else to share this with pseudonymously. Thanks for your attention.

fixed some spelling sry
 
Yeah, I wonder what his high school life was like. Was he bullied? Ostracized? A loner? Or was he the other extreme, an overacheiving jock trying to meet his impossibly high internalized standard of masculunity? Usually MtFs have a father who is absent, abusive, and/or just someone whom they haver no respect for. In most cases the youth strives to become the opposite of the parent they hate. And if they wind up having a lot in common anyway, they deny it.

Keep in mind, every single transition story and life story is filtered, they're saying only what they want you to hear. The story they're going to give a transphobe will probably be different from the one they give their peers. Anyway, because they're narcissists, I wouldn't be surprised if they also post about this brave/abusive encounter on reddit or discord for e-hugs
Not always a lack of a father, I know one who lacked a relationship with his mother and trooned out to become her.

Troonery has a lot of aspects of both a cult and a drug addiction. Some are lonely and looking for a community, and they fall victim to the love bombing and operant conditioning on social media. Others are desperately trying to escape from or destroy themselves, and treat their troon persona as a false self to escape reality.
 
The parallels to drug addiction are really frightening
That's because it is addiction, it's porn addiction. People wanna act like that's not always the case, but it is. Even among old-school troons, they were heavy sex addicts. Even HSTS pooners, "sexually abused" pooners, any sympathetic narrative regarding an adult trooning out porn is still involved.

No one is talking about the effects of porn addiction which is so weird because its more common than ever, I guess its like how no one would wanna talk about sex addiction in the early years. They act like it cant be that big of a deal or downplay it. Well let troonery be a reminder that it can be a big deal.
 
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