I was terrified of what testosterone was doing to me. I didn't want to be a man. I didn't want to be big and hairy. Men scared me. I’d seen my mom assaulted when I was young, and I didn’t want to be like the man who’d done that to her. The idea of testosterone poisoning made sense to me because maleness itself terrified me. I'd been bullied a lot in school by other boys, and a lot of that bullying involved sexual abuse–groping, inappropriate touching, striking my butt and genitals, and verbal harassment (wolf-whistling amd yelling sexual comments at me). These, I felt, weren’t the sorts of things that happened to men. My suffering was only legible if I was a woman.
This background made me vulnerable to the ideology of transgenderism.
Holy smokes
Still don't believe me when I say the pathology of our culture towards men caused this?
Blood on their hands. Not as if it would bother them.
Oh I believe you. It’s why I’m not wasting time with western women or western society.
The thought of becoming the kind of man that would stop those things never occurred to it.
Also, none of those things ever happened.