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Authenticity Assessment: Not Suspicious
Based on the provided comments, the account appears authentic. There are no serious red flags suggesting it is a bot or a bad-faith actor.
The user's comments demonstrate:
- Personal, consistent experience with detransition, binding, and medical professionals.
- Empathetic engagement with others, offering both support and caution based on their own history.
- Nuanced perspective that acknowledges both positive (supportive family) and negative (community disappointments) aspects of their journey.
- A natural writing style with varied sentence structure and emotional tone (e.g., "I remember the day I snapped so well... It was awful.").
The passion and criticism present are consistent with a genuine detransitioner's perspective.
About me
I started as a teenager who was deeply uncomfortable with my female body and the sexualized expectations I saw for women. I found an answer in online trans communities and identified as trans for years, even binding my chest which caused lasting damage to my lungs. A terrible appointment with a doctor made me realize I couldn't sign up for a lifetime of medicalization, which triggered a personal crisis. I had to be honest with myself that I was using transition as escapism from my anxiety and low self-esteem. I've now detransitioned, made peace with being a woman, and I'm doing fine.
My detransition story
My whole journey with this started when I was a teenager. I was really uncomfortable with puberty and hated the changes in my body, especially developing breasts. I felt like my only value was to be a sexual object, because that’s all I saw for women and girls in the media I consumed. It made me feel awful. I just wanted to be seen as a neutral person, not a girl who was supposed to be pretty and find a boyfriend. I found men and boys in stories way more relatable because they just got to be people.
I started watching a lot of trans YouTubers, and it felt like an answer. They all talked about how testosterone was the solution and urged their viewers to get on it if they felt the same way. I got really influenced by that online world. I came out as trans and then non-binary for a while. I started binding my chest, which I did for four years. It caused me serious, long-lasting breathing problems and reduced my lung capacity, which I still deal with. It’s not a harmless thing to do, and I wish I’d known the real risks.
My mom was incredibly supportive of me when I identified as trans, and that support never wavered, which I’m so grateful for. For a few years, I thought transitioning was the right path. I even went to an endocrinologist to talk about hormones. But the day I went to that appointment was a huge turning point. The doctor was so shitty, and I realized in that moment that I was signing up for a lifetime of dealing with medical professionals like her. I walked out and never went back.
That was just the final push, though. The real change happened during a massive internal crisis. I remember it so clearly. It was like my whole world flipped upside down in a matter of days. I had been doing mental gymnastics for years to avoid facing how I truly felt, and it all just snapped. I felt miserable and completely lost, like I had no idea who I was anymore. I knew I couldn't go through with transitioning.
I had to be really honest with myself first, and then I told all my loved ones that I was detransitioning. They were all accepting. I also found a lot of support from a Discord community of other detransitioned women, which helped a lot in the beginning, even though I eventually left it.
Looking back, I don’t think I was ever truly a man. I think I was a girl who was deeply uncomfortable with the sexualization and expectations placed on women. I had a lot of anxiety and low self-esteem, and I was using the idea of being trans as a form of escapism from all of that. I don’t regret exploring my identity because it led me to where I am now, but I do regret the physical damage I did to my body from binding.
I’m fine now. Life goes on. I’m just a woman, and I’ve made peace with that.
| Age | Event |
|---|---|
| 14-15 | Started feeling intense discomfort with puberty and hated my developing breasts. |
| 16 | Began watching trans YouTube content and became influenced by it. |
| 17 | Came out as non-binary and then as a trans man. Began binding my chest regularly. |
| 17-21 | Bound my chest for four years, which led to lasting lung capacity issues. |
| 21 | Went to an endocrinologist appointment; bad experience made me decide against hormones. |
| 21 | Had a personal crisis and realized I could not continue transitioning. |
| 21 | Detransitioned and told my friends and family, who were supportive. |
| 22 | Found support in online detrans communities. |
| 23 | Left the online detrans communities but remained secure in my identity as a woman. |
Top Comments by /u/lillipupper:
Binding is not a fun little fad or anything. It has very serious long lasting effects. I bound for 4 years and I have terrible lung capacity now. Please do some research on binding. It seems harmless at first but it leaves life long consequences.
The post you read before sounds like it was referencing the sagging effect that binders can have on breasts. They won't "ruin" breasts, but they can make them sag if used for a long period of time.
I remember the day I snapped so well. It was like every other day but I had an internal war going on inside my head. It was....awful. I felt miserable. It felt like the world turned upside down and I had no idea who I was or what world I was living in. I spent years avoiding that kind of crisis and doing whatever mental gymnastics I could to avoid even coming close. This went on for a couple days until I broke it to everyone, telling my loved ones I couldn't transition anymore. They accepted me, and I moved on. Things were a lot easier once everyone knew. I also had a community on discord full of other detrans women that helped me out. (Though I later left about a year in because of some disappointments about the community.) I'm fine now. Life goes on. I'm personally glad I tackled things pretty quickly and told everyone I loved how I felt right away, instead of letting my feelings fester and destroy me.
You can get through this moment OP. I doubt our stories are the same, but I wish you the best in conquering this. And I wish you a happy future too.
I've found people don't generally care if you detransition. I've gotten some "huh, weird" attitudes...but that's about it. My mom was also very supportive of my identity when I was trans and that support just ~transitioned~ into her being just as supportive when I detransitioned! It's likely your mom will be the same.
Detransitioning takes a lot of being honest with yourself and the people around you. Just be patient and work through your feelings with yourself first...then you can work through them with your family and loved ones.
<3 Much love to you and I hope you can figure things out
I did have really bad breathing issues about a year after I stopped binding. Nothing like what you're describing though. Sounds like it would be worth checking out with a doctor. I understand not wanting to bring up your past but this seems like it concerns your safety, so it's important.
Odd post to see here honestly. Seems like you came here for toxic reasons, life a self punishment.
It sounds like being trans makes you happy so just wait the time you need and go through with it. Be happy. If that means transition, go for it. Life goes on, and although you lost a relationship from this, you can find someone who loves you for who you are.
Wishing you the best.
Hi! I don't think I have DID, but I did have a female detrans friend a while ago who did. And from what I know, this is actually a common thing. Well, as common as it can be, I suppose. As well as my old friend I've known others who had a DID diagnosis also going through detransition. Sorry I don't have much to share in terms of advice, but I just want you to know you're not alone!
I think it's great you plan to bring this up with a professional. Hopefully you can get the help you need from them.
The moment I stepped into my shitty endocrinologists office and realized I was signing myself up for a lifetime of dealing with shitheads like her. Noped out of that and never looked back. There was, of course, more to it. That was just the inciting incident.
No, not at all really. I felt hated for being trans sometimes, or "weird" because of it. I don't feel hated for a gender though, male or female. There's been worse shit that happens to me being a woman, in general—but it doesn't really relate to hate, so I won't get into it.
I wish the media at the time when I was growing wasn't focused on making girls these beautiful beings whose meanings in life were usually to just find a boyfriend. Women and girls in everything I liked were sexualized beyond fuckin' belief and it made me feel like I had to do the same to myself, when of course I didn't. Men and boys became way more interesting and relatable to me because they were "neutral". I just wanted to be neutral. But, y'know...it's hard to not be exposed to that type of media. It's all around us.
I'll add on that I used to watch a lot of trans Youtube and I think it only made things worse. Practically every trans man was rushing to get on testosterone and urged their viewers to do the same if they felt similarly. I'm glad I hesitated and took my time.