Barb May
2025-01-12 19:08:46 UTC
I am a woman with no breasts. I haven't had a normal female body since I was 20-
years-old, but it's not because of a tragic accident, birth defect, or cancer. My
body was born healthy, my breasts grew fine, and in most ways I am a normal 28-
year-old. As developmentally appropriate, I dream of finding a mate, getting
married, and having children, but this natural ambition has been delayed because
instead of learning the necessary life skills to mature into adulthood, my teens
and early twenties were spent in hell.
I grew up in a spiritual body modification cult: transgenderism.
A quirky tomboy on the autism spectrum, I didn't dress or act like other girls my
age, and with my emotional struggles with severe depression and anxiety, I
believed I would make a bad mother and never wanted children.
In fact, I thought I made a terrible girl in general. I never wore makeup or felt
pretty, and I related only to male characters in the media. Puberty, along with
social awkwardness and alienating idiosyncrasies, was rough and lonesome. By the
time I was 14, my Tumblr blog was my sole source of connection.
True Christian families would have provided more patience, love, and acceptance,
but my father was not a Godly man. Emotionally weak and tyrannical, my father
raged and tormented me for most of my adolescence, calling me worthless,
disgusting, and unwanted. While he screamed and laughed I locked myself in my
room, in tears. Though Catholic and compassionate, my mother failed to protect
me, and the abuse endured.
Besides the hidden abuse, my Midwestern family was of typical democratic
persuasion, supporting increased public school funding, feminism, and gay
marriage. Along with my dad's abusive messages, I absorbed Leftist views, and
when joining Tumblr was ecstatic to participate in social justice causes like
Black Lives Matter, smashing the patriarchy, and of course, queering one's
gender.
I was 15 when I came out as nonbinary, a revelation that felt like my androgyny
and nonconformity were finally appreciated. Tumblr activists rejoiced. My Left-
leaning advanced English teacher who ran the school's Gay-Straight Alliance club
validated my "genderqueer" identity, and my progressive peers sympathized with my
unconventional appearance under the queer label.
In my naivety, I thought gender identity would free me from the conventional
standards of femininity that I had always rejected. I wanted to be loved as an
eccentric personality, not be the helpless female victim that both woke discourse
and my father instilled was my destiny.
Though I was suicidal with untreated PTSD from childhood abuse, gender ideology
and its well-intentioned but ignorant leftist champions taught me that distress
around my body and identity meant I was trans, that gender dysphoria could only
be cured through medicalization.
At my LGBTQ-inclusive college, my trans-identifying professor of "Sociology of
Sexuality" groomed me into the body modification cult ritual of injecting
testosterone. I was prescribed the steroid at 19 in a one hour appointment -- the
compassionate LGBT clinic nurse practitioner nodding along with the hoax that if
a patient is suicidal with gender issues, they must urgently need hormones, not
counseling which is slandered as "conversion therapy."
The "life-saving care" predictably caused a mental breakdown as my body
masculinized and I mentally deteriorated. Then, after only seven months of HRT, I
was approved for surgery. At 20, before I was legally old enough to buy alcohol,
my breasts were sliced off and thrown in the trash. It would be two more years of
trauma living as a trans-identified "gay man" before I would be correctly
diagnosed with PTSD and realize that I was never a boy, just a wounded girl. I
was always meant to be a woman. At 22 I began detransitioning, and I wasn't
alone.
Since 2019, I and other detransitioners like Chloe Cole, Prisha Moseley, and
Ritchie Herron have blown the whistle on transgender "health." Victims have found
their voices, exposed their scars, and formed coalitions across the world via the
free speech app X.
Detransitioners connect with concerned parents, professionals, and journalists in
independent media who are mortified to learn that the unthinkable has happened in
Western nations-brainwashing, mutilation, and sterilization of mentally ill
children and vulnerable young adults.
How did liberalism cannibalize itself so abhorrently?
Like the currently trans-identified, detransitioners were once quirky
individualists who believed in the progressive promise of a free and just
society, one where the disenfranchised were accepted, helped, and raised up into
a diverse rainbow of love and tolerance. We advocated for bodily autonomy, mental
health awareness, and voted blue no matter what, just like good, responsible
citizens should. So we thought.
The Left failed its vulnerable. It lied to autistic, confused, mentally ill teens
telling them their bodies were wrong, and society was somehow to blame. The Left
made it "transphobic" for a therapist to question a mentally ill patient's
irrational beliefs, but "inclusive" for educators to teach that "male" and
"female" are outdated and hurtful.
As I awoke to the horrors of what was done to my body in the name of progress, I
also awoke to the callous nihilism of the Left overall. Queer ideology is anti-
progress, anti-human, anti-reality. Through grueling years of daily therapy and
healing in my mid twenties I not only became ex-trans, but ex-Left. As I studied
interpersonal abuse dynamics like those I grew up in with my dad, I saw the same
pattern of manipulation and gaslighting occur from the Left when my friends or I
spoke of detransition. Immediately upon realizing the illusions we suffered, in
the eyes of our former comrades, we become Right-wing bigots, subhuman.
For the raw, comprehensive story of why girls transition and how to detransition
and recover, I have written a memoir releasing in late 2025, "Surviving the Trans
Myth." Detransitioners take healing from the biggest medical scandal of our time
into our own hands, as the love from leftist institutions evaporates once their
facade is exposed.
The Left claims to care about trauma victims, but detransitioners prove
otherwise. I have tried to publish articles and do interviews with leftist
outlets but have been met with worse than ignorance-avoidance, denial, apathy.
Once an emotionally-dysregulated queer activist who thought Trump would slaughter
the trans population, I was hurt over the cultist's "conservative" accusations
until I realized some things are worth conserving.
My body was.
When I was approached by Turning Point USA Productions to share my story in a
mainstream conservative documentary, that old leftist fear was replaced with
newfound strength to fight for what was left of my body-my heart, mind, and soul.
The Daily Wire film, Identity Crisis rawly captures my medical abuse, and exposes
the outcomes of the gender snake oil the Left sold.
The film explains the hydra of gender ideology and its history, exhibiting how it
crept into every institution and exploded into online youth culture, while
following personal stories of detransitioners' struggle for self-acceptance,
parents Adam Vena and Harrison Tinsely who lost custody of their sons for not
affirming their trans identity, and professionals like Dr. Joe Burgo, a
psychotherapist who despite being an expert on shame, cannot treat gender
dysphoric patients without losing his license.
As for me, the night I watched Identity Crisis debut and saw my trauma on the big
screen was a bittersweet coalescence of grief and gratitude.
Though I've moved on from the cult, nihilism, and mental illness, acknowledging
the magnitude of loss will always create some self-doubt about fulfilling my
dreams. After the film ended, I cried for the woman I could have been:
"I just want to be a normal woman. I want to have a normal, feminine, beautiful
body. But I never will."
My sexual organs were removed because nobody cared to help me process my
childhood abuse that made me direct hatred inward. I am thankful to be the woman
I am, but this was all unnecessary.
If there is one lesson I've learned from leaving the Left, it's that the Right
must step up where the Left has failed. Conservatives have an opportunity to
offer a counter-narrative that prioritizes safeguarding children and promoting
thoughtful, evidence-based approaches to gender issues.
Here are a few steps the Right can take:
* Advocate for Responsible Policies: Speak on legislation that ensures patients
receive thorough mental health evaluations before accessing medical
interventions. Protect parental rights while fostering environments that
encourage open dialogue rather than ideological conformity.
* Support Detransitioners: Create spaces where detransitioners can share their
stories without fear of judgment or erasure. Acknowledge their experiences as
survivors and offer healing from whatever toolkit you have.
* Promote Mental Health: Address the root causes of gender distress -- including
social isolation, sexual confusion, and mental health issues -- rather than
colluding with the transition placebo.
Detransition is a testament to human resilience and the desire for growth even in
the face of immense pain and loss. My story is not just a cautionary tale but a
call to action. It is a plea for compassion, responsibility, and courage from all
sides of the political spectrum.
The fight for a healthier, stronger, and more truthful life starts with us.
https://www.dailywire.com/news/detransition-an-inconvenient-truth-for-the-left
years-old, but it's not because of a tragic accident, birth defect, or cancer. My
body was born healthy, my breasts grew fine, and in most ways I am a normal 28-
year-old. As developmentally appropriate, I dream of finding a mate, getting
married, and having children, but this natural ambition has been delayed because
instead of learning the necessary life skills to mature into adulthood, my teens
and early twenties were spent in hell.
I grew up in a spiritual body modification cult: transgenderism.
A quirky tomboy on the autism spectrum, I didn't dress or act like other girls my
age, and with my emotional struggles with severe depression and anxiety, I
believed I would make a bad mother and never wanted children.
In fact, I thought I made a terrible girl in general. I never wore makeup or felt
pretty, and I related only to male characters in the media. Puberty, along with
social awkwardness and alienating idiosyncrasies, was rough and lonesome. By the
time I was 14, my Tumblr blog was my sole source of connection.
True Christian families would have provided more patience, love, and acceptance,
but my father was not a Godly man. Emotionally weak and tyrannical, my father
raged and tormented me for most of my adolescence, calling me worthless,
disgusting, and unwanted. While he screamed and laughed I locked myself in my
room, in tears. Though Catholic and compassionate, my mother failed to protect
me, and the abuse endured.
Besides the hidden abuse, my Midwestern family was of typical democratic
persuasion, supporting increased public school funding, feminism, and gay
marriage. Along with my dad's abusive messages, I absorbed Leftist views, and
when joining Tumblr was ecstatic to participate in social justice causes like
Black Lives Matter, smashing the patriarchy, and of course, queering one's
gender.
I was 15 when I came out as nonbinary, a revelation that felt like my androgyny
and nonconformity were finally appreciated. Tumblr activists rejoiced. My Left-
leaning advanced English teacher who ran the school's Gay-Straight Alliance club
validated my "genderqueer" identity, and my progressive peers sympathized with my
unconventional appearance under the queer label.
In my naivety, I thought gender identity would free me from the conventional
standards of femininity that I had always rejected. I wanted to be loved as an
eccentric personality, not be the helpless female victim that both woke discourse
and my father instilled was my destiny.
Though I was suicidal with untreated PTSD from childhood abuse, gender ideology
and its well-intentioned but ignorant leftist champions taught me that distress
around my body and identity meant I was trans, that gender dysphoria could only
be cured through medicalization.
At my LGBTQ-inclusive college, my trans-identifying professor of "Sociology of
Sexuality" groomed me into the body modification cult ritual of injecting
testosterone. I was prescribed the steroid at 19 in a one hour appointment -- the
compassionate LGBT clinic nurse practitioner nodding along with the hoax that if
a patient is suicidal with gender issues, they must urgently need hormones, not
counseling which is slandered as "conversion therapy."
The "life-saving care" predictably caused a mental breakdown as my body
masculinized and I mentally deteriorated. Then, after only seven months of HRT, I
was approved for surgery. At 20, before I was legally old enough to buy alcohol,
my breasts were sliced off and thrown in the trash. It would be two more years of
trauma living as a trans-identified "gay man" before I would be correctly
diagnosed with PTSD and realize that I was never a boy, just a wounded girl. I
was always meant to be a woman. At 22 I began detransitioning, and I wasn't
alone.
Since 2019, I and other detransitioners like Chloe Cole, Prisha Moseley, and
Ritchie Herron have blown the whistle on transgender "health." Victims have found
their voices, exposed their scars, and formed coalitions across the world via the
free speech app X.
Detransitioners connect with concerned parents, professionals, and journalists in
independent media who are mortified to learn that the unthinkable has happened in
Western nations-brainwashing, mutilation, and sterilization of mentally ill
children and vulnerable young adults.
How did liberalism cannibalize itself so abhorrently?
Like the currently trans-identified, detransitioners were once quirky
individualists who believed in the progressive promise of a free and just
society, one where the disenfranchised were accepted, helped, and raised up into
a diverse rainbow of love and tolerance. We advocated for bodily autonomy, mental
health awareness, and voted blue no matter what, just like good, responsible
citizens should. So we thought.
The Left failed its vulnerable. It lied to autistic, confused, mentally ill teens
telling them their bodies were wrong, and society was somehow to blame. The Left
made it "transphobic" for a therapist to question a mentally ill patient's
irrational beliefs, but "inclusive" for educators to teach that "male" and
"female" are outdated and hurtful.
As I awoke to the horrors of what was done to my body in the name of progress, I
also awoke to the callous nihilism of the Left overall. Queer ideology is anti-
progress, anti-human, anti-reality. Through grueling years of daily therapy and
healing in my mid twenties I not only became ex-trans, but ex-Left. As I studied
interpersonal abuse dynamics like those I grew up in with my dad, I saw the same
pattern of manipulation and gaslighting occur from the Left when my friends or I
spoke of detransition. Immediately upon realizing the illusions we suffered, in
the eyes of our former comrades, we become Right-wing bigots, subhuman.
For the raw, comprehensive story of why girls transition and how to detransition
and recover, I have written a memoir releasing in late 2025, "Surviving the Trans
Myth." Detransitioners take healing from the biggest medical scandal of our time
into our own hands, as the love from leftist institutions evaporates once their
facade is exposed.
The Left claims to care about trauma victims, but detransitioners prove
otherwise. I have tried to publish articles and do interviews with leftist
outlets but have been met with worse than ignorance-avoidance, denial, apathy.
Once an emotionally-dysregulated queer activist who thought Trump would slaughter
the trans population, I was hurt over the cultist's "conservative" accusations
until I realized some things are worth conserving.
My body was.
When I was approached by Turning Point USA Productions to share my story in a
mainstream conservative documentary, that old leftist fear was replaced with
newfound strength to fight for what was left of my body-my heart, mind, and soul.
The Daily Wire film, Identity Crisis rawly captures my medical abuse, and exposes
the outcomes of the gender snake oil the Left sold.
The film explains the hydra of gender ideology and its history, exhibiting how it
crept into every institution and exploded into online youth culture, while
following personal stories of detransitioners' struggle for self-acceptance,
parents Adam Vena and Harrison Tinsely who lost custody of their sons for not
affirming their trans identity, and professionals like Dr. Joe Burgo, a
psychotherapist who despite being an expert on shame, cannot treat gender
dysphoric patients without losing his license.
As for me, the night I watched Identity Crisis debut and saw my trauma on the big
screen was a bittersweet coalescence of grief and gratitude.
Though I've moved on from the cult, nihilism, and mental illness, acknowledging
the magnitude of loss will always create some self-doubt about fulfilling my
dreams. After the film ended, I cried for the woman I could have been:
"I just want to be a normal woman. I want to have a normal, feminine, beautiful
body. But I never will."
My sexual organs were removed because nobody cared to help me process my
childhood abuse that made me direct hatred inward. I am thankful to be the woman
I am, but this was all unnecessary.
If there is one lesson I've learned from leaving the Left, it's that the Right
must step up where the Left has failed. Conservatives have an opportunity to
offer a counter-narrative that prioritizes safeguarding children and promoting
thoughtful, evidence-based approaches to gender issues.
Here are a few steps the Right can take:
* Advocate for Responsible Policies: Speak on legislation that ensures patients
receive thorough mental health evaluations before accessing medical
interventions. Protect parental rights while fostering environments that
encourage open dialogue rather than ideological conformity.
* Support Detransitioners: Create spaces where detransitioners can share their
stories without fear of judgment or erasure. Acknowledge their experiences as
survivors and offer healing from whatever toolkit you have.
* Promote Mental Health: Address the root causes of gender distress -- including
social isolation, sexual confusion, and mental health issues -- rather than
colluding with the transition placebo.
Detransition is a testament to human resilience and the desire for growth even in
the face of immense pain and loss. My story is not just a cautionary tale but a
call to action. It is a plea for compassion, responsibility, and courage from all
sides of the political spectrum.
The fight for a healthier, stronger, and more truthful life starts with us.
https://www.dailywire.com/news/detransition-an-inconvenient-truth-for-the-left
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Barb
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