Years ago, a fellow writer on another forum whom I was fond of very much came out as trans sometime after his failed suicide attempt landed him in a psychiatric hospital with a shattered pelvis. He had a hard life from what he told me, abused drugs and just had a shitty childhood, but he might've been one of the more authentic transfolk out there, because he had stated one of the questions they asked before approving HRT was if he had feelings of being born in the wrong body as a child, and he had such thoughts since he was six. I was too used to his birth gender to switch to female pronouns, but I was willing to accept that was his choice, and it made him happy.
Then he mentioned he wanted to be treated like a baby, even was dressing up like one for that Halloween, and the last time I had heard him in a voice-chat, his falsetto was... very uncomfortable. And I didn't know what to think, but I didn't speak up about it, and then he stopped showing up online after scrubbing his profiles, and I never heard from him again. A few years later, I found Kiwi Farms and saw the insanity of the Rat Kings, and what the trans movement has done in targeting children, and since then, I've grown extremely leery of transpeople--least through the Internet. I've really yet to fully meet and interact with someone offline who's trans, which I think may be the key difference here, but like with everyone else, the person has to prove to me they're worth my time and support, especially if they want me to respect their pronouns.
While I don't believe my writing acquaintance was ever like that and he wasn't exactly bragging about it and such, the fact he had legit psychosis is what prevented me from going along with his decision to be a woman despite everyone else doing so. He was just a broken person, and there could be a chance he was actually manipulated into it because he was in such a vulnerable point in his life--and I hope to God it didn't cost him his life, I really do. Something tells me he was just too fucked, though, and there was nothing more to be done for him.
But I also don't like being told how to think and act by deep-voiced men in dresses, like sorry, not sorry I'm not girly enough to "validate" and give them "correct advice" to be someone they're not. They try too hard to be sympathetic to our "plights" when they've never had an inkling of thought of what actual women had to go through since even before puberty kicks in. Like honestly, I don't really expect men to ever completely understand what goes through women's heads, and I prefer that because that's just how our brains have been wired. It's a legit insult to my intelligence, my individual self-worth, and to Mother Nature to be expected to lay back and tolerate such intrusions and rape of biology.
