I am so glad I was born when I was. 'Cause if I was a young gayling today there’d be a real risk they’d push me to transition. I’d be living as a 6ft2 tall “woman” with a fake, botched vagina. The thought is utterly unbearable.
When you’re a teenager and feeling awkward and different and you’re trying to figure out things and finding out who you are, and finding your place in this world, and you’re collecting Vogue magazines and sewing dresses for your sisters instead of playing football with your mates, and you are confused… you need to be able to TRUST adults and
trust that they look out for and protect you and that they only have your best in mind. Putting kids on puberty blockers and mutilating their bodies isn’t that.
When you're young and confused and impressionable you don't even have the
strength to withstand the pressure from doctors, psychologists, teachers, parents etc trying to convince you that you were born in the wrong body. I am so glad and thankful that wasn’t an option then.
Of all the things “wrong” with me then, it certainly wasn’t my body or my sex.