The New York Times and The Athletic robbed me of my voice and my hope, and helped steal my life: A trans woman's nightmare

I'm European, but this weird backwards movement is also gaining traction here, be it not (yet) as extreme as in the USA I think. I'm a straight, old (63), white guy to be honest. I do feel you have the right to live in the body that fits you. You also have the right not to be hassled by others for being trans. More accurate: you should have those rights. I obviously can't feel exactly what you feel. I do feel sorry that we all end up in a world like this. It's rewinding roughly 50 years back I think. To me, the world seems insane: truth is irrelevant, money buys everything, science and knowledge are something to make fun off. Decency is dead. I can imagine why you feel that way. Still, I have hope that one day there will be a counter movement. Back to the sanity, decency, behaving like a human being again. I can't ask you to stick around to help that to happen. I hope you do. Don't leave us alone with these ruthless monsters. Take care. I do wish you all the best.

I have friends who are trans. I hate that they have to live in fear. I hate that I have to worry for them. I hate that this person has to feel this way.

That hurt. Reading her talking about a suicide plan hurt a lot. I recognize some of that pain. I've been carrying my own since the election. I can hear an echo of myself. "A few years of joy after finding myself and now they're trying to take it all away." I wish I could help. I reached out on Bluesky but I wish I could do more. I can't not think about it. I know it's going to get worse. I know I'm going to lose siblings in the near future, many of whom I will never meet. I know that list of names on TDOR is just going to get longer. But I refuse to let myself become numb to it. If grief is the only way I can love, I will do it. Until it's time for someone to say my name.