When we talk about transgenderism, we often talk about the process and its effects — about cross-sex hormones and puberty blockers, about mental health problems and suicidal ideation, and about life-altering surgeries that mutilate bodies and leave patients with compounding health problems for years.
When we talk about transgenderism, we don’t often talk about the “before.”
I had a lot of friends when I was 14 who have since gone on to “transition” over the course of the intervening 10 years. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was surrounded by the “before” of transgenderism. The consequences of its life-altering effects were still in the process of being kicked down the road.
At 14, I considered myself a Christian, but in a detached, 14-year-old way. Attending a public school allowed me to easily believe the lies that “love is love” and homosexuality was being attacked by old-fashioned, traditionalist conservatives because they were fueled by hate. It would take several years before I understood homosexuality as denying God’s natural order. But I was 14, so I had a long way to go before I learned that lesson and saw the corrosive effects of LGBT lifestyles.
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