In the future, there will be a great deal of money to be made as a lawyer, psychologist or gender re-re-assignment surgeon (yes, the double “re” was deliberate).
Which, as regrets go, is somewhat more material than, “I wish I’d bought tickets to see Roxette before they stopped touring”.
For the past 17 years, Jeremy Bate has lived as a woman.
But now, after hormone therapy and sex reassignment surgery, he believes it has all been a mistake.
At the age of 52, Mr Bate now says he was never anything other than a man and has called for more support for people questioning their gender.
Oh, that’s awkward.
What caused this awful mistake?
At the age of 35, Mr Bate transitioned from his biological sex after a devastating relationship breakdown exacerbated a gender confusion he says was originally caused by an anti-miscarriage drug his mother took when he was in utero.
One supposes the “pro” of the anti-miscarriage drug was that he was born and not stillborn.
We’re not offered any medical opinion on the likelihood that anti-miscarriage drugs cause or even correlate with gender dismorphia but this is the Sydney Morning Herald. If you want journalism, you need to go elsewhere.
Nathan Hondros might want to consider the possibility that a pregnant mother reading this today ceases her anti-miscarriage drugs and her baby dies as a consequence of his mental and professional sloth, but hey….
About four months ago Mr Bate started reading deeply about the science and ideology of gender and he began to question what had happened to him.
Apologies if this seems insensitive but wasn’t the time to question the dogma at least 17.5 years ago?
He said he raised questions in online transgender support groups, but was blocked almost immediately because he was “challenging the accepted wisdom” and was accused of being “transphobic”.
Then he became angry.
After a decade and a half of walking with a limp and maintaining a surgical wound between his legs it was only after someone was rude to him on the internet that he became a little vexed? This is a
man woman man with the patience of a saint.
He was angry at the system for letting him down, he was angry at those he believes have an ideological agenda and he was angry there was no support.
There seems to be a name missing from that list of people to be angry at though. Give me a moment, it’ll come to me eventually.
Mr Bate said he was shocked when transgender support groups to which he belonged “turned on him”.
“It sends alarm bells to me, because they don’t want to tolerate anyone moving away from it,” he said.
“They’d rather think I was never a proper trans in the first place, because they just can’t stand the idea.
“Their basic ideology is that you have to have been born that way, and if you can turn away from it, then that cancels their argument.”
Well, quite. Isn’t the entire point of the transgender movement is that this is an inherent natural condition, like homosexuality, and therefore the best way to care for individuals presenting themselves as transgender is to agree and provide them with support and free “treatment”?
To suggest that it’s something you can be and then, after further contemplation suddenly not be kind of destroys that whole “it’s definitely not a mental illness, you horrid transphobe” narrative.
It’s a serious suggestion; encourage your children to study and train in professions poised to benefit from what I am copyrighting as the “Transgender Regret Industry” which will likely see peak revenue around the 2030 decade. There’s gold in them there
One of the biggest payouts will be to the child that Emma Sakild is currently publicly abusing in Sydney as a result of her obvious Munchausen Syndrome By Proxy condition.
Hoping that Master Bate would recognise that he was in any way culpable for the decision at age 35 to chop off his gonads is clearly a revelation too far. However, we think it’s best to end with his own words on the matter;
Mr Bate said he would have been better off if he had counselling to help him become more comfortable with the body he was born in.
Ya don’t fucking say, Sherlock, ya don’t fucking say?