- Joined
- Sep 30, 2020
I know how to fix her.
I should preface this by disclosing that I don’t have any children myself- I’m just a single guy who is completely jaded by/fed up with degenerate troonshit.
If I was Mother, I’d have to start by acknowledging that, for my daughter to be in the throes of the troon mind virus, she’s deeply broken. Taking inspiration from Joseph Ricci and Élan School of Poland, ME, a very painstaking and therapeutic process is therefore required to break her even further, so that she may be brought back to reality. The objective, gentlemen, is to change your behavior.
I’d call Father into the room and fully disclose everything that’s been going on, from the pan bullshit to the ASMR/internet searches and desires to poon out (I’d deal with Father’s anger for keeping him in the dark later). He’d wig out and tell the rest of his side of the family, which will maximize the shame factor. From there, I’d take away all of her electronics. No more TV, internet access, video games, computers, tablets, Reddit, Discord, YouTube…nada. Music would come via CDs/cassettes. Maybe a refurbished iPod Shuffle- but she would have to earn that- and of course, all iTunes downloads would be conducted at my discretion. The most I’d let her have would be an early-generation Jitterbug flip phone*, and that would only be given to her on the extremely off chance of an outing outside the home that isn’t supervised. All reading material and mail would be inspected and monitored. Any savings/finances to her name would be frozen and placed under parental supervision. Any allowances or purchases of any kind would require our approval. She would be pulled out of school and enrolled in online classes. Instead of play dates with enabler friends, she sees a non-pozzed team consisting of a psychologist, psychiatrist, and cognitive behavioral therapist at least three times a week. Any self-harm attempts would result in an involuntary commitment to a psych ward. Her room and belongings would be subject to near-daily searches, with the windows sealed shut with screws. No locks on any inside doors in the house. No shoelaces, belts, or ties. Kitchen knives kept under lock and key. The burglar alarm would be consistently armed on STAY mode (except at night), which would disable the motion detectors and allow for free movement for home occupants. Misbehavior would be corporally punished with either a belt or wooden cooking spoon. Throughout this entire process, she would be properly fed, hydrated, and engaged in exercise to promote optimal physical health. It would be constantly reinforced to her that her pooner ways are the reason for such a harsh response, but that said response is being executed out of love and a genuine desire to see her achieve wellness again.
*The Jitterbug is that phone geared towards the elderly, featuring big buttons and a dial tone. Any non-call/text features would be disabled. All activity on the phone would be monitored.
The objective here would be to condition a sort of Pavlovian response, whereas instead of the subject associating a ringing bell with mealtime, the subject associates genderspecial orthodoxy with a brutal loss of freedom and privilege- i.e. something very negative- and disavows it with every fiber of their being. Ergo, if any of those intrusive ‘I’m-a-dood’ thoughts arise, or if she sees any sort of pro-trans media, she experiences an involuntary, visceral reaction of disgust and rejection in the form of panic, cold sweats, increased heart rate, fear, and nausea, which force her to quickly shove those thoughts away. Perhaps this could be accomplished via aversive exposure therapy, where she’s forced to watch pro-trans brain rot in the style of A Clockwork Orange (1971), while simultaneously being forced to endure electric shocks or deeply offensive visual and olfactory stimuli. If she responds to troonshit à la Alex DeLarge post-Ludovico Technique, I’d consider that a success.
Essentially, this regime would continue until she shows that it’s working. She can’t just say that she’s not trans anymore- she actually has to prove it in her actions. She has to actually dress like a girl, embrace her birth name and womanhood, and express her disavowing of the trans mind virus…as actions speak louder than words.
If she reaches age 18 and is still in the throes of the troon mind virus, she has the choice of continuing the treatment regime, or being cut loose in the fashion as one would a drug-addicted family member for refusing rehab. Father and I would be very clear that we will do anything to make her well again, and would keep her housed and supported in the years to come in pursuit of that aim if she genuinely wanted to heal…but we will NOT support her in her illness or delusion.
Idk, is that too harsh??? Maybe some kiwis who are actually parents can chime in here. Like I said before, I have no kids of my own, so I can’t identify with that experience at all. I’m just so repulsed by and unwilling to give any leeway to the troon social contagion. It either has to be nipped in the bud early, or responded to aggressively.
