I'm super late to this party, but glad I peaked before it went even further than it already had. Probably a lot of power-leveling incoming, advanced apologies for sad faggotry.
I was born in 96, so I had a healthy pre-gaming in school via feminism and Equal Rights(tm). I was also an outcast weirdo because I was fat, poor, and only knew my mom because she was crazy and we moved all over the country. So, naturally, I was on the internet whenever possible (the government eventually subsidized this lol) and met other weirdo girls.
I was never in the fujo crowd, but I did rp, draw a lot of kemonomimi shit and was very attracted to women, so there was inevitable overlap. One by one, they would announce their new names and pronouns. It started with all becoming "dudes" and most of us just went "sure I guess?". Meanwhile, our frontal lobes were being cooked by tumblr and intersectionality. The things any of us were "allowed" to say to another got slimmer and slimmer. Eventually basically none of us could hold a conversation anymore, as all of our once unifying interests were now problematic.
I moved to Seattle when I was 19 (2015). I didn't know it was troonland at the time, it was just something that happened out of unrelated necessity. I met my first nonbinary in Portland. I was very confused, but obviously wouldn't say anything out loud.
Then I got on twitter. I was used to being bullied so when I got fit and started wearing makeup and actually brushing my hair, I started getting internet attention which ruined my very broken brain. One day I decided I was a they/them. All of a sudden people gave 200% more of a shit about the furry art I was peddling and would signal boost the fuck out of anything I asked for.
Went down the full abortions for any reason, ACAB, fuck TERFS, punch your local nazi (everyones a nazi), Trans Women Are Women pipeline. I lived a block away from the capitol hill autonomous zone. I know what tear gas tastes like lol. I was dating an effeminate loser because I was too scared to live on my own, even though I was pulling the weight for both of us. Long story short, sex work is real work got the best of me and I made a really shitty Faustian deal that lasted for about two years.
All the local friends I made were nutcase menaces. I thought their art and music was cool, so I was excited to go to my first house parties only to find everyone on GHB and molly for no reason, having trooned orgies in the bedroom, one half of the group all dating the other half, people crying and tripping and having fights half way through. I watched so many people get on 'mones and turn into absolute shit-fucked goblins who could do nothing but cry and fuck half their friends who were 30-something 6-foot obese men with mommy fetishes.
I went insane. I became an absolute narcissistic nightmare and I hated myself and everyone around me. I had my name legally changed, I isolated from reality as much as possible, and I absolutely abused myself picking at old mental wounds day in and out. I came really close to medical transition (even though I never saw myself as a man) because I just wanted to get away from me and my past.
Anyway, Lia Thomas was the one who got me to finally say, maybe trans women aren't women.
I've been on the road to recovery since 2021. I am now heterosexually married and will be having my first child in June. I will be homeschooling.
I have basically no friends anymore, because every person I associated with in my teens and early adulthood have gone through some variation of this pipeline and I want nothing to do with it. So here I am on the farms. I have waaay more sordid details, but I'm trying to go broad strokes here. Just know that the people who work for google are verified trooners and groomers.