LGBT advocates are ruining lives because they've declared you cannot ask any questions at all
From the time she was 16 years old, Prisha Mosley was, as she puts it, “set on a path of medicalized ‘gender transition’.” Beset by a catalogue of devastating mental health afflictions, some of which doubtlessly stemmed from a teenaged rape, the young woman at some point apparently decided that the source of her ailments was “gender dysphoria,” the belief that she was in fact a boy residing in the misbegotten body of a girl. And so, her doctors
told me that changing my body to look like a boy’s body would cure my mental health problems. They told me that injecting large amounts of testosterone into my female body would be good for me. They also encouraged me to undergo surgery to remove my healthy breasts.
She did all of these things. The results were predictable: Her body became a malformed, sickly, mutilated mess, she continued to suffer from depression and mental anguish, and her life has been irrevocably changed for the worse. This is what happens. It is not rocket science. It is in fact one of the most predictable outcomes imaginable. It is really pretty easy to project what’s going to happen if you cut off healthy body parts, inject yourself with synthetic hormones your body considers a poison, and playact as a member of the opposite sex.
At some point a doctor should have taken a decisive stand on this. At the very least some medical professional somewhere, at some point along this woman’s torturous journey, should have said, “Hey, you know what, you’ve had a really hard life and you’re suffering from a profoundly debilitating set of mental conditions. I think these gender issues might have arisen because your traumatized mind is trying to find a way out of its pain. Let’s explore that possibility.”
Yet it sounds like precisely nobody did this. And it’s not hard to figure out why. If you voice such concerns you can face a global backlash and a ruined career. Simply asking if a raped, depressed young teenager might have something other than “gender dysphoria” going on—this is enough to make you the target of worldwide opprobrium and comprehensively diminished prospects. LGBT advocates have declared that you simply cannot ask these questions, ever. The mandate is always forward. If a child comes to you and says, “I am actually a member of the opposite sex,” you must accept that, unquestioningly. The LGBT machine has declared any sort of meaningful inquiry off-limits. Never before has a set of propositions been so completely incontestable and incontrovertible.
This would have been bizarre even just a few short years ago. Historically doctors have been permitted to make these sorts of connections, to divine the pathology and the substance behind a patient’s disordered ways of thinking. This is, to put it mildly, a useful diagnostic tool, its methodology instantly accessible even to the most incompetent quack. “What do you mean by that?” “Why do you feel that way?” “Where did you learn that?” “When did you begin to believe this?” Imagine subjecting the average transgender-identifying teenager to this rock-bottom battery of monosyllabic questions. You could solve 99% of the transgender crisis overnight if you did this. But you can’t, not anymore. As a medical professional, if a young man comes to you and declares himself to be a girl—or vice versa—your response must immediately—immediately—be: “Okay, when would you like to start hormones and schedule your surgery?” The consequences for anything else are all-encompassing.
That’s no excuse. Doctors are supposed to help their patients, not destroy them. The doctors who are simply acquiescing to gender ideology rather than fighting against it are, in the end, cowards. We’re all cowards at some point, of course. Everybody has a moment. But the effects of this cowardice are more devastating than most, and the impetus for being brave here is consequently that much larger. Doctors: Ask questions. Don’t subject your most vulnerable patients to a lifetime of unthinkable suffering and regret. Be brave. Just say it: “What do you mean by that?” It’s the right place to start and you could save a life in the process.