For what it is worth, I began reading your work a few years ago, and we corresponded a few times back then. I have both verbally and in writing defended you personally (as much as I know of you through your writing) and collectively as a group. What you have tried to articulate briefly in this post about the differentiated aspects of transsexual and transgender, I have also tried to write about, briefly, and for the most part, that defense fell on deaf ears. And I agree, "it was not the right that did this to us. It was a deliberate betrayal by the political left". I have witnessed that in the microcosm of my life and the macro of the culture surrounding me.
Although we have never met, we have a few things in common. I am a mom, who did not agree with the aggressive medicalization of my daughter's distress, with no safeguards of any kind or inclusion of my perspective and experience. All the steps and process you write about that were in place as you transitioned are gone now. All protections were removed of late by trans activists so that kids could be moved into cross-sex hormones and surgeries in rapid speed, no questions of any kind asked or allowed. And, "it was not the right that did this to us. It was a deliberate betrayal by the political left". The "all-knowing and righteous" left, knows better about what a child needs than her mother, no matter the age of that child.
And yes for both of us, the transsexual and the non-affirming mom:
“The body is optional now; truth, disposable.”
“They prefer us silent.”
“To be erased this completely is not just lonely—it is unspeakably cruel.”
An unlikely alliance you and I have, if you allow that kinship in our sorrow.
I am deeply saddened that you wish to leave this world although I can relate to that wish.
You taught me a lot years ago, and I thank you for that. I hope you can find a reason for carrying on despite the atmosphere of erasure you are experiencing. To the best of my ability, I witness your pain and loneliness. I'm here (private message me if you wish). Kind regards to you.
Thank you for hearing me, and for seeing me—both when I wrote as more than testament, and now. It reminds me that the words did not fall entirely into silence.
Still, short of institutional reversals that are exceedingly unlikely, there is little that could convince me otherwise. When institutions look away, it does not end the harm—it invites exploitation. None of them needed to kill me outright. They only needed to force the choice between a death with dignity and a life stripped of honour.
I hear you and see you as best as I am able to without actually meeting you.
You are more than very tired, you are exhausted and depleted to a point where there seems to be only one pathway forward for you. I have no platitudes to give you. I only hope that we can share and converse tomorrow.
You are severely overdramatic. And even moreso judgemental about people who would probably be the only ones who would treat you with kindness even as you victimize yourself.
You speak on your medical transition like you are some kind of suicidal noblewoman about to drink poison because the commonfolk live and breathe too close to you.
The only one erasing you is yourself, literally.
Live your life while you have the will to do so.
May you be reborn a flower in a garden forgotten by time, because you're the one who erased yourself from it's memory the first time.
I'm concerned about the assisted dying thing. The government is a death cult. Witness the Assisted Suicide 'MAD' not 'Maid' which makes it sound innocuous was rolled out in the Commons the same week as Abortion to Birth (infanticide) and the Supreme Court ruling.
They want as many people dead as they can possibly get. Taking your own life would be exactly what they want, so please don't do it.
Well spoken TT. Especially about Blaire White. I know someone who calls themselves transgender who thinks that BW is a reputable and respectable 'trans person'. He doesn't understand the difference, unfortunately like too many out there who have been conned by the transgenderists and their movement.
Check out my own Substack for my own views on this topic.
What kind of honour? Surely you don't want to be a poster child for transsexuals, do you?
I learned something many years ago. Something that helped when I felt besieged by assholes. It's an important thing to know:
Assholes are deserving of utter contempt. Not the kind where you talk down to them. The kind where what they do is of absolutely no import whatsoever.
I learned that I could even concede truly important matters of principle to assholes insisting on it, because they are so far beneath me that conceding to them is like going along with the demands of a toddler. It makes the toddler happen, and it doesn't touch my soul.
I suggest a third path. A life with dignity. A life where you don't have to enter into debates with fools. Where you can simply go ahead and live your life and ignore the fact that there are people with worms in their brains. Yes, they're as horrifying as any movie zombie. But they don't need to *mean* anything to you.
Thank you for this. Would you consider speaking with @Benjamin A Boyce, in one of his Calmversations? It would be so valuable to hear more from you. (Not that I am able to make this connection). I wish you well.
Thank you for the kindness, and for thinking of me. My capacity for interviews and public conversations is depleted. The live-talk format asks for performance, re-exposure, and simplification I can’t afford. What I have left is going into finishing a written record—clean, unedited, and exact—so the story can stand without being clipped, reframed, or turned into content.
If it helps, the best support is to share the series intact or quote it only in full with attribution. If someone genuinely wants to engage, the arguments and evidence are on the page; that’s the forum I can sustain. In another life I might have had the energy for calm conversations. In this one, I’m keeping to the medium that protects accuracy, boundaries, and what remains of my morally-injured soul.
You make your case clearly except for the MAiD aspect. There are lots of people who went through their 'Ellis Island' in the 1960s or 70s but evidently aren't bothered overmuch by the umbrella faddery. Could well be your despair comes from a different place, and might be there in any event.
Thanks for engaging. The cohort you’re citing came of age under a different paradigm: “transsexual” was a medical diagnosis with a narrow treatment pathway, and many could resolve and recede from public view. My cohort came of age in the transgender era, where that diagnosis and label is now labeled “outdated” (even in dictionaries) and institutions, media, and policy treat our specificity as a problem to be folded into an umbrella. That shift isn’t cosmetic—it removes our language, scrambles our care, and demands our complicity in a story that erases us. My argument for MAiD isn’t about hurt feelings; it’s about moral injury—being required to live in lifelong denial of reality. Different paradigms produce different outcomes.
Sounds an awful lot like the misinformation one gets when when asks ChatGPT or Grok, and the AI sources opinion and faddery from Wackipedia and elsewhere. You just have to let the world continue in its misguided ways, believing Peoria is the capital of Illinois, or whatever. I can’t think of how this would affect one in daily living, apart perhaps from medical history. In which wise, the best solution would be to disclose as little as possible.
That suggestion—to “disclose as little as possible”—is the logic that drove so many soldiers to suicide. They were told to come home, say nothing, and carry the contradiction alone. Moral injury is not erased by silence, it is deepened by it. What you call pragmatism is the demand for collusion in a lie. It is not survival, it is self-betrayal, and it kills just as surely as a bullet.
Moral injury is a conscience-based injury associated with potentially morally injurious events (PMIEs)—acts of commission, omission, or betrayal. It was first characterised in soldiers who returned from war physiologically intact but psychologically compromised after being ordered to harm, witnessing harm they could not stop, or being betrayed by leaders. It is not a DSM diagnosis, but it co-occurs with PTSD, depression, suicidality, and spiritual/existential distress. Hallmarks include persistent guilt and shame, self-condemnation, loss of trust, moral disorientation, and alienation from one’s own values. Crucially, the injury is maintained when institutions deny, justify, or silence the violation—what the literature calls institutional betrayal and betrayal trauma.
Applied here, the PMIE is betrayal-based: repeated, institutional demands that I collude in a false narrative about my sexed body and history, coupled with compelled public silence. The question isn’t whether I can “move on” post-transition; it’s whether I can live without daily conscience violation. In moral-injury terms, there is no pathway to repair—no acknowledgment, accountability, or restitution—only ongoing coercion to participate in my own erasure.
MAiD, in this frame, is not despair. It is the final act of moral governance when repair is structurally unavailable: an end to coerced complicity. Soldiers described surviving the battlefield yet being unable to live with what survival required. That is the weight here. I can keep breathing; I cannot keep betraying my conscience to do it.
For what it is worth, I began reading your work a few years ago, and we corresponded a few times back then. I have both verbally and in writing defended you personally (as much as I know of you through your writing) and collectively as a group. What you have tried to articulate briefly in this post about the differentiated aspects of transsexual and transgender, I have also tried to write about, briefly, and for the most part, that defense fell on deaf ears. And I agree, "it was not the right that did this to us. It was a deliberate betrayal by the political left". I have witnessed that in the microcosm of my life and the macro of the culture surrounding me.
Although we have never met, we have a few things in common. I am a mom, who did not agree with the aggressive medicalization of my daughter's distress, with no safeguards of any kind or inclusion of my perspective and experience. All the steps and process you write about that were in place as you transitioned are gone now. All protections were removed of late by trans activists so that kids could be moved into cross-sex hormones and surgeries in rapid speed, no questions of any kind asked or allowed. And, "it was not the right that did this to us. It was a deliberate betrayal by the political left". The "all-knowing and righteous" left, knows better about what a child needs than her mother, no matter the age of that child.
And yes for both of us, the transsexual and the non-affirming mom:
“The body is optional now; truth, disposable.”
“They prefer us silent.”
“To be erased this completely is not just lonely—it is unspeakably cruel.”
An unlikely alliance you and I have, if you allow that kinship in our sorrow.
I am deeply saddened that you wish to leave this world although I can relate to that wish.
You taught me a lot years ago, and I thank you for that. I hope you can find a reason for carrying on despite the atmosphere of erasure you are experiencing. To the best of my ability, I witness your pain and loneliness. I'm here (private message me if you wish). Kind regards to you.
Thank you for hearing me, and for seeing me—both when I wrote as more than testament, and now. It reminds me that the words did not fall entirely into silence.
Still, short of institutional reversals that are exceedingly unlikely, there is little that could convince me otherwise. When institutions look away, it does not end the harm—it invites exploitation. None of them needed to kill me outright. They only needed to force the choice between a death with dignity and a life stripped of honour.
I hear you and see you as best as I am able to without actually meeting you.
You are more than very tired, you are exhausted and depleted to a point where there seems to be only one pathway forward for you. I have no platitudes to give you. I only hope that we can share and converse tomorrow.
You are severely overdramatic. And even moreso judgemental about people who would probably be the only ones who would treat you with kindness even as you victimize yourself.
You speak on your medical transition like you are some kind of suicidal noblewoman about to drink poison because the commonfolk live and breathe too close to you.
The only one erasing you is yourself, literally.
Live your life while you have the will to do so.
May you be reborn a flower in a garden forgotten by time, because you're the one who erased yourself from it's memory the first time.
I'm concerned about the assisted dying thing. The government is a death cult. Witness the Assisted Suicide 'MAD' not 'Maid' which makes it sound innocuous was rolled out in the Commons the same week as Abortion to Birth (infanticide) and the Supreme Court ruling.
They want as many people dead as they can possibly get. Taking your own life would be exactly what they want, so please don't do it.
Well spoken TT. Especially about Blaire White. I know someone who calls themselves transgender who thinks that BW is a reputable and respectable 'trans person'. He doesn't understand the difference, unfortunately like too many out there who have been conned by the transgenderists and their movement.
Check out my own Substack for my own views on this topic.
What kind of honour? Surely you don't want to be a poster child for transsexuals, do you?
I learned something many years ago. Something that helped when I felt besieged by assholes. It's an important thing to know:
Assholes are deserving of utter contempt. Not the kind where you talk down to them. The kind where what they do is of absolutely no import whatsoever.
I learned that I could even concede truly important matters of principle to assholes insisting on it, because they are so far beneath me that conceding to them is like going along with the demands of a toddler. It makes the toddler happen, and it doesn't touch my soul.
I suggest a third path. A life with dignity. A life where you don't have to enter into debates with fools. Where you can simply go ahead and live your life and ignore the fact that there are people with worms in their brains. Yes, they're as horrifying as any movie zombie. But they don't need to *mean* anything to you.
Thank you for this. Would you consider speaking with @Benjamin A Boyce, in one of his Calmversations? It would be so valuable to hear more from you. (Not that I am able to make this connection). I wish you well.
Thank you for the kindness, and for thinking of me. My capacity for interviews and public conversations is depleted. The live-talk format asks for performance, re-exposure, and simplification I can’t afford. What I have left is going into finishing a written record—clean, unedited, and exact—so the story can stand without being clipped, reframed, or turned into content.
If it helps, the best support is to share the series intact or quote it only in full with attribution. If someone genuinely wants to engage, the arguments and evidence are on the page; that’s the forum I can sustain. In another life I might have had the energy for calm conversations. In this one, I’m keeping to the medium that protects accuracy, boundaries, and what remains of my morally-injured soul.
You make your case clearly except for the MAiD aspect. There are lots of people who went through their 'Ellis Island' in the 1960s or 70s but evidently aren't bothered overmuch by the umbrella faddery. Could well be your despair comes from a different place, and might be there in any event.
Thanks for engaging. The cohort you’re citing came of age under a different paradigm: “transsexual” was a medical diagnosis with a narrow treatment pathway, and many could resolve and recede from public view. My cohort came of age in the transgender era, where that diagnosis and label is now labeled “outdated” (even in dictionaries) and institutions, media, and policy treat our specificity as a problem to be folded into an umbrella. That shift isn’t cosmetic—it removes our language, scrambles our care, and demands our complicity in a story that erases us. My argument for MAiD isn’t about hurt feelings; it’s about moral injury—being required to live in lifelong denial of reality. Different paradigms produce different outcomes.
Sounds an awful lot like the misinformation one gets when when asks ChatGPT or Grok, and the AI sources opinion and faddery from Wackipedia and elsewhere. You just have to let the world continue in its misguided ways, believing Peoria is the capital of Illinois, or whatever. I can’t think of how this would affect one in daily living, apart perhaps from medical history. In which wise, the best solution would be to disclose as little as possible.
That suggestion—to “disclose as little as possible”—is the logic that drove so many soldiers to suicide. They were told to come home, say nothing, and carry the contradiction alone. Moral injury is not erased by silence, it is deepened by it. What you call pragmatism is the demand for collusion in a lie. It is not survival, it is self-betrayal, and it kills just as surely as a bullet.
why are you taking your own life? is it over this? why? you could, being fully transitioned, just move on and live a happy life...
Moral injury is a conscience-based injury associated with potentially morally injurious events (PMIEs)—acts of commission, omission, or betrayal. It was first characterised in soldiers who returned from war physiologically intact but psychologically compromised after being ordered to harm, witnessing harm they could not stop, or being betrayed by leaders. It is not a DSM diagnosis, but it co-occurs with PTSD, depression, suicidality, and spiritual/existential distress. Hallmarks include persistent guilt and shame, self-condemnation, loss of trust, moral disorientation, and alienation from one’s own values. Crucially, the injury is maintained when institutions deny, justify, or silence the violation—what the literature calls institutional betrayal and betrayal trauma.
Applied here, the PMIE is betrayal-based: repeated, institutional demands that I collude in a false narrative about my sexed body and history, coupled with compelled public silence. The question isn’t whether I can “move on” post-transition; it’s whether I can live without daily conscience violation. In moral-injury terms, there is no pathway to repair—no acknowledgment, accountability, or restitution—only ongoing coercion to participate in my own erasure.
MAiD, in this frame, is not despair. It is the final act of moral governance when repair is structurally unavailable: an end to coerced complicity. Soldiers described surviving the battlefield yet being unable to live with what survival required. That is the weight here. I can keep breathing; I cannot keep betraying my conscience to do it.