As a child of abusive parents (they didn’t try to convince me I was trans… That wasn’t a thing, yet. More Munchausen-by-proxy plus deliberate isolation, amongst other stuff), absolutely yes…

I now understand that my parents are incapable of seeing me as anything more than an extension of them; a pet, almost. The concept that I could be “different” to them, with my own wants, needs and goals in life..? Literally doesn’t even fucking compute, lol…

I’m kind of glad I was already in my teens before this trans “craze” took off, otherwise… I hate to think. High school was fucked up enough and (horrifically) lonely enough, anyway, without all that shit, thanks… :-/