Chestnut
I feel sorry for the suffering he is going through now, although it was totally self inflicted. This confirms that the NHS should not get involved in this kind of operation due to the potential fall-out.
What concerns me more are the 12-18 year olds who are being told they can change sex if they want. That age group are likely confused enough so this is a recipe for disaster. Large numbers of youngsters are now claiming they are transgender, so it's either female hormones in the water or mass hysteria. It looks like there will be a lot of regretful people around when these operations become more frequent. Yet another reason why the NHS should not get involved, there will be too many of them.
What concerns me more are the 12-18 year olds who are being told they can change sex if they want. That age group are likely confused enough so this is a recipe for disaster. Large numbers of youngsters are now claiming they are transgender, so it's either female hormones in the water or mass hysteria.
That's what worries me, too Chetnut
Back in the 50s - the 'unenlightened' 50s - I went through a phase where I rejected femininity and all the restrictions it placed on my life, both as a child and as a young teen just starting work.
I hated that I was dressed in a pretty 'frock' and had to keep it and myself clean when I went out to play, whilst the boys I played with could ride around on bikes and get oil on their trousers, climb lamp-posts without worrying about showing their underwear, etc, etc.
Then when I started work I resented the fact that I had to wear a skirt and blouse - the bloody thing never stayed tucked in, and the skirts were restrictive. It would have been frowned on if women wore trousers then - or 'trews' as they were called, some offices would have forbidden it. At weekends I donned jeans (girls were just starting to wear men's jeans at that time) and went camping with the lads who basically treated me as one of them. Bliss!
But that changed virtually overnight when I took a fancy to one of the 'lads' which was reciprocal, and I suddenly relished being a girl, experimented with make-up, nail varnish and clothes. And that was it, the end of wishing I'd been born a boy.
I could have quite easily been persuaded that I was in the wrong body, had we the culture then that we do now. And who knows what stupid decisions I might have made. It was just a passing phase - brought about I now realise by my resentment of a patriarchal society forcing stereotypes on women. I was, in fact, simply a budding feminist!