Do you ever catch yourself getting tranny intrusive thoughts even after a long time of being out of the cult? Could just be an underlying illness but its scary how much its affected my thinking.
Yep. It gets bad for me a few times a year. Complicating this is the fact that any sort of psychotherapy that isn't "affirming" is virtually nonexistent, so I'm on my fucking own. It feels like the whole system is rigged to push me down a path that I, as a competent adult, have decided that I don't want to go down. So I've become my own therapist out of necessity. I accept that I feel a certain way sometimes, but that this has nothing to do with being born in the wrong body. It has everything to do with the rigid ideals of masculine/feminine I was raised with, my family dynamics as a child, documented mental illnesses, and possibly a medical reason pertaining to how my body processes sex hormones (this was a recent revelation for sure, still figuring out how to proceed). So yeah, the thoughts do still come around. But if anything, they just galvanize me further against the "experts" who peddle this bullshit. They've perpetrated medical malpractice on a grand scale, and they've subjected thousands of people to treatment that wasn't right for them. If this was any other condition, mental or otherwise, people would be getting stripped of their credentials. But because this is so heavily politicized, it continues at the expense of people like us. I hate them for it.
That's natural, I think.
When you're a tranny, you're constantly using your intellect for things that seem extremely important. There's a goal to reach, it's an issue of life and death, and only through cunning, introspection, and grit can you "get closer" to it (really just treading water, though it takes a while to realise that). It's at the forefront of your mind 24 hours a day because it is
literally the only thing that matters -- but you know this already.
Then you break away, and you're dazed, a bit light-headed, and everything is a little more exciting than before. It's like cutting off a parasitic tumour. All of a sudden you have a surplus of mental energy to apply to something
real, and God knows after those last few years you need some meaningful labour to wash the stain away. Time to get this train back on the rails.
You go to a job interview and say "I'm here to apply myself". They tell you "that's great! Here's a position that leads to absolutely nothing, has no observable impact on the people around you, and pays not-quite-enough to afford rent". And you think, oh, okay, I'll try something else.
You go to university and say "I'm here to apply myself". They tell you "no problem! You can sign up for our course in Queer Post-Colonialisms, or you can study hard science with a bunch of barely-literate immigrants & earn a piece of paper that'll enable you to rot behind a computer for sixty years". And you think, oh, okay, I'll try something else.
You go to church and say "please help; I've messed up big-time, and I need to fight this thing". They tell you "good news! By believing in the Lord's name, you're already saved". And you think... oh... okay... thanks. If this job, and this degree, and this church is all there is, what right do I have to complain? Nobody said leaving the cult would be
satisfying; I'm doing it because it's good for me.
So you carry on living your life how it's ostensibly supposed to be lived, but the trannies won't go away, and you feel obliged to keep an eye on them anyways. You watch these people laying their lives down for the right to destroy themselves, tirelessly debating the nature of the Gender Experience, united in faux-victory under a thousand ugly flags, and tell yourself wow, all of this is so, so, stupid -- but you remember how it
felt. And you're coming up empty every time you go looking for genuinely transformative work. How could you not feel an urge to put the blindfold back on for a little bit?
It seems like, now more than ever, the world is built to force you into these harmful alternative traditions, lest you go totally nuts. I'll restrain myself from shilling anything, but I think if you're someone with an active mind you need to grab onto something that lets you confront those demons directly. What could a therapist tell you that you don't already know?