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The user explicitly identifies as a "straight cis guy" who is a supportive lurker, not a detransitioner or desister. Their comments are highly empathetic, nuanced, and offer personal advice, which is consistent with a genuine person trying to understand and support the community. The language is complex and emotionally intelligent, lacking the repetition or simplistic agenda-pushing typical of inauthentic accounts.
About me
I started as a confused teenager who felt my developing female body was all wrong. I was convinced by online communities that medical transition was the answer, so I took testosterone and had top surgery. The procedures didn't fix my underlying depression and anxiety, and I now see my discomfort was from being autistic and having internalized homophobia. I deeply regret the permanent changes, especially losing my fertility, because they treated the wrong problem. I'm now in therapy addressing the real issues and learning to accept my body as my home.
My detransition story
My journey with gender started from a place of deep confusion and pain. For a long time, I felt a strong discomfort with my body, especially during puberty. I hated the development of my breasts; they felt alien and wrong on me, like they didn't belong. This wasn't just teenage awkwardness—it was a profound sense of my body being incorrect. I now believe this was a form of body dysmorphia, mixed with a lot of general depression and anxiety.
I spent a lot of time online, and I was heavily influenced by what I saw. I found communities that offered an explanation for my feelings: that I was born in the wrong body and that I could change it. It felt like a solution, a way to finally escape the discomfort and self-hatred. I started identifying as non-binary first, which felt like a safer step, but eventually, I was convinced that medical transition was the only way to be my true self. I think a lot of this was escapism; I wanted to be anyone other than who I was.
I began taking testosterone. I was told it would solve my problems, that it would make me feel whole. For a little while, the changes did feel exciting. But the underlying issues—the depression, the low self-esteem, the feeling of being disconnected from myself—never went away. They just got quieter for a bit. I eventually got top surgery. I thought it would be the final piece of the puzzle, the thing that would make me feel complete. But after the bandages came off and I healed, I was left with the same empty feeling, now coupled with the permanent reality of a scarred and altered body.
Looking back, I see how other factors played a huge role. I have since been diagnosed as autistic, and I think a lot of my discomfort was related to sensory issues and the social confusion that comes with it, not an innate gender identity. I also struggled with internalised homophobia; the idea of being a gay woman was terrifying to me in a way I couldn't admit at the time, and becoming a man felt like a way to avoid that.
I don't regret my journey because it led me to where I am now, which is a place of much greater self-understanding. But I do regret transitioning medically. I regret the permanent changes I made to my body, especially because I now understand they were treating the wrong problem. I am now infertile because of the hormones I took, and that is a profound loss that I have to live with. I benefited immensely from non-affirming therapy—therapy that finally helped me untangle the trauma, anxiety, and self-esteem issues that were at the root of my distress, rather than just affirming the idea that my body was wrong.
My thoughts on gender now are complicated. I believe that for some people, transition is the right path, but for me, and I think for many others, it was a misdiagnosis of deeper psychological issues. I am learning to accept my female body, not as a political statement, but as my own home. I am learning that womanhood can be whatever I make of it, and that I don't need to change my body to be myself.
| Age | Event |
|---|---|
| 14 | Started puberty. Began to experience intense discomfort and hatred toward my developing breasts. |
| 17 | Heavily influenced by online communities, began to identify as non-binary. |
| 19 | Started taking testosterone. |
| 21 | Underwent top surgery. |
| 23 | Realized underlying issues were not resolved. Stopped testosterone and began the process of detransition. |
| 24 | Formally diagnosed as autistic. Began non-affirming therapy to address root causes of anxiety and depression. |
Top Comments by /u/rockstarsheep:
As an outsider, parenting today seems like a terrifyingly daunting job. On the one hand, as parent, you want to be supportive and loving to your children, and on the other hand, you might be doing them grievous physical, psychological and emotional harm.
How does or should one navigate this territory? What are the "right" or perhaps, "best," or better conversations to have? Where do you draw the line? Is it even possible?
I ask these questions from a very genuine perspective. I can only wish OP, and her daughter / son or however else they'd like to be know as, the very best of all things in their lives.
Edit: Some bad grammar and extra words.
The incredible amount of humility, courage and honesty here, is admirable. I mean this most sincerely. Unfortunately there are going to be a minority, and I genuinely hope it is a minority, that want to push their own personal agendas, and in doing so, show both their ugliness and their fear. Too many people are maligned, because they decide for themselves, and pay a very high price for questioning received wisdom or dogma.
Whilst not being trans or detrans, and very much a lurker, I have learned so much more about the really human, personal side of what being trans and detransing, really is. It has shifted my perception. Not out of pity, but out of empathy. I think that everyone who shares here is all tremendously wonderful, in their own unique way. I would take to task anyone who would attack or malign the brave and honest from expressing themselves.
My heart goes out to everyone here, in support and in solidarity. By all definitions, I am a "straight cis guy," and I have friends who are grappling with these very personal issues. This sub helps me be a better friend, and I think a better person. I hope that my little blurb is helpful in some way. I sincerely hope it is.
Fear and depression are the terrible twins. Luckily you can rid yourself of them, in good time. They don’t know how strong you really are. You might want to remind them sometime.
That sounds like a grand plan. How much longer until school is over? What will you be doing, if you don’t mind me asking?
Do you have access to any support right now? Maybe someone you can trust, to talk to?
Your mind teaches your heart what to feel.
The words you use; how you reference yourself - is the most profound definition you will ever have.
So, are all your thoughts really your own?
Are thoughts that you have about yourself, which are negative, or hurt you ... are they really yours? Or did someone else give you this idea; directly or indirectly?
Right! So you want to address them without someone coming out with a “told you so, now do this,” kind of attitude, in response? You can’t stop them, however you can control your response - guilt free. How though?
The empathetic approach is to keep in your mind, that everyone walks around with doubts and faults. They may mask or veil their own with ideas or faith. Most of these ideas are inherited or willfully accepted, without question. You on the other hand, have now done something rather spectacular. You’ve decided for yourself, based on reason and experience. And I would bet, some compassion. Something that no one else, but you fully grasps the true meaning of. Now, if others cannot express their humanity, through the ignorance of not knowing, you can be rest assured that you can hold yourself together, and put anyone else to silent shame, by maintaining your dignity. And that’s genuinely very brave of you.
Now, do you really need to tell everyone your news? It’s not like you’re confessing to a crime. You’ve changed and you can hold your head high, and subtly express yourself. And through a gentle ebb and flow, deliver your news, if you so wish. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for who you are, however you are. Be graceful with the ignorant, and go to have a good time. :-) I hope this helps you some.
I will caveat a little more. I know that there are a lot of people, that give unsolicited advice. Sometimes quite vigorously. That’s not my approach. Not when it comes to medical affairs. With psychiatry though, I have a personal and professional interest. I will however, always defer to what’s best for the individual. As you have come so far, I’d find myself being irresponsible, not to mention something. So you can ask your own questions; or write it off as poppycock. Anyway, let’s continue.
So, you’re fully exploring your talents. That’s lovely. Maybe you’ll head over to Pixar one day, and we’ll see your work? Why not? :-)
Ah yes; isolation. It’s letting yourself down in to a deep and cold well. The light gets dimmer and dimmer. And the fear and frustration grows. Like a silent banshee, between the ears. Murmured lips; and hungry growls. Tears that don’t fall - and nights that never end. Who knows when the day really begins?
There’s nothing wrong with changing your mind. It’s not like you’re admitting that you’re a vampire. And if you are, your secret is safe with me. You know, sometimes we all want to be someone else, other than ourselves. You know, pull on the armour of an alter-ego. The one who can’t be hurt by anyone. Yet really, in some way we are that hero. It’s just that we need to live that from the inside out. We may not need super powers; because think about that ... transitioning ... in days not so long gone by; that would be close to a sort of miracle. Superpowers indeed.
So what would really stop you from being a woman? I’m not trying to convince you, one or another way. That would be highly disrespectful.
I am happy that I can be one such person to listen to you. You honour me with your candour. And you express yourself very well. And now back to you...
That’s fantastic! I hope you get the GED, so you can continue your journey. All things considered, it seems that you’re coming along rather nicely. In spite of everything. Good for you!
What kind of art do you like to make?
You know, I don’t want to cast aspersions on your medication. But, you might want to ask your doctor if whether or not it’s true that certain psychopharmacology, might actually make you feel worse than before. Go and have a look for Robert Whitaker on YouTube. He’s written several books on this subject. It may not be relevant to you, and I certainly don’t mean to offend you.
As for your “rut” - you are most welcome to vent here. It’s very kind and considerate of you, not to want to worry your friends and family. Seems you have a lot more going for you, than what you might realise.