When I was a kid, around the start of puberty, my performance in class suddenly began to slip.
Then a teacher thought to ask if I needed glasses, and the problem was fixed.
It's not the dysphoria that kills us, darling. It's the pan-societal gaslighting denial of any solution.
I am begging scientists to find which genes are responsible for gender dysphoria and to eliminate this horror from existence.
Have I made my peace with what I am? Yes. Have I developed a lot of grit that makes me professionally useful? Also yes.
But I wouldn’t wish a childhood where your broken development leads to this much trauma on my worst enemy. I don’t need future children to suffer for me to feel good about myself today.