I hit peak trans 3 years ago.
I briefly considered posting this in the "Losing people to transgenderism" thread, but I can't bring myself to put it next to people who have lost entire families to this social cancer.
I don't make friends easily, so when I do I tend to cherish them greatly. One such friend I had was a girl who I had known for quite awhile. (since msn messenger) She had a pair of shitty, white trash parents, and getting online to shitpost with our little friend group was her number one way of relieving stress. Her shitty parents had a way of holding her back that we all tried to get her to see.
Eventually, I was able to convince her to go out, get a job, and stop being reliant upon them. Keep in mind, she was pretty socially stunted. She's probably as close as you can get to the autistic gf meme as you can get IRL. She never really made friends with other girls either. She was most comfortable chatting with guys, and she never did the 'uwu am delicate gorl' thing. At the same time, she was cool as fuck to hang out with. The kind of person you could just sit with, not say a word, and still feel like you enjoyed that time.
After some prodding she eventually got a job, and she was getting better. She had more energy, seemed happier, just all around a complete improvement in her life. She was even interested in dating which was something she had told herself and us she would never do. I even gave her little exercises she could do to boost her confidence. One of them being just asking people for things that she knew they would never agree to. The reason being learning to hear the word 'no' and realizing that rejection isn't the end of the world.
Unfortunately, she fell in with a discord group (of fucking course) that told her that she was a bwave FTM because she wasn't girly and didn't act like other women. She started binding her tits and started attributing her better mood to that, despite the fact that the moment she started doing that, she went downhill quickly.
She stopped talking to us as often, and eventually, not at all after she had a shitfit and left the group abruptly. I tried to get her to return, and when that failed, I just tried to be supportive... though I didn't give a single inch to the troon ideology. She would sometimes start a voice call and just fucking cry.
My other friends and I, (mostly me though) worked so hard to build her up, to show her she could be confident, she could be successful, and the part where she was the happiest in her life, a bunch of faggot troons came, "cracked the egg", and sent her spiraling. Now she changes her discord status to a bunch of depressing trans related shit, she doesn't talk to anyone but those goddamn groomers, and every piece of advice I gave her was labeled as transphobic rhetoric. In losing my friend I started to see how disgusting, how immoral, and how insidious this push of trans shit is. We're told to believe the science, but the science is unequivocally against this shit. From std's to suicidal ideation, the science screams loud and clear, becoming trans is dangerous, and shouldn't be allowed except in very very rare and extreme cases.
I'll never forgive the goddamn trannies for taking my friend away from me, and I'll never forgive myself for not being strong enough to save her from that.
Sorry for the wall of words.