I am not a psychiatrist and don’t purport to have any expertise in this subject. But then, I’m not sure anyone does, and, like homosexuality, it will no longer be seriously studied because it is being accepted as “normal”.
I realize this isn’t the same thing, or at least not quite the same thing, but there have been people who thought of themselves as wolves. “Lycanthropy” I believe it’s called. Or at least they thought (some undoubtedly do today) of themselves as werewolves. And they would act out on it.
Was that pure craziness or was there something additional to that? Did they perhaps want the power and the dominance of a wolf; perhaps also the consciencelessness of an animal of prey? If so, how did it come to that?
A man cannot become a woman, really, and I truly do wonder why some men think of themselves as women when they manifestly are not and, perhaps more importantly, when they do not experience a great deal of what it is to truly be a woman. Not all women become pregnant. Not all even experience menarche. But those things are significant parts of being a woman. Getting accustomed to one’s body from girlhood through puberty into adulthood is a big part of being a woman. Being maternal is important for most women, even for career women. That’s a complex thing, and I, as a man, do not purport to understand more than superficially what that is to a woman. The “biological clock” and menopause are big events in a woman’s life. Women claim that men don’t understand them very well, and I think they’re probably right about that.
The guys who purport to turn into women experience none of that.
As with other sexual abnormalities, one suspects that at some point in their lives something went wrong. Something focused in the wrong way and on the wrong thing. Why do some fetishists obsess about shoes? We don’t know, but it is thought that somehow the sexual focus went wrong.
I recall being told by a young woman that her husband started taking estrogen obtained somewhere, and was cross-dressing and all that. She also described how domineering he was becoming and she began to be afraid of him. It was like he couldn’t stand the thought of her existence in a way; certainly not of her accomplishing anything, and it seemed clear to me he was, or could become, a danger to her.
She then said his “becoming a woman” was beginning to seem to her a strange way of possessing “what it is to be a woman”. She, herself, as an objective woman, was not sufficient. He had to possess femininity utterly, and the only way he could truly feel he did was by “becoming one”. One gets a fleeting recollection of those savages who somehow thought they could possess the strength or cunning of a vanquished enemy by eating him. Sexual perverts sometimes do that, we understand.
It struck me as almost the ultimate in narcissim, or at least a particular sort of narcissism. The mythical Narcissus, as we know, fell in love with his own image mirrored in a pool and, in an attempt to embrace that image he loved so dearly, fell in and drowned.
Why do rapists rape? Well, we’re told, it isn’t lust, it’s hatred, or at least anger. Somehow some event or experience or something made them angry or hateful toward women. It doesn’t matter who the woman is, particularly, it’s about womanhood, femininity. It’s the idea, not the reality. Do rapists even know that? One doubts it.
Men struggle with women. We do. Yes, yes, they’re human beings just like us and all that, but we desire them in many ways. They complete us. We need them, or at least a lot of us do. And “le difference” is both a fascination and a struggle. But we can never possess them utterly, or what it is to be them, and we shouldn’t try. I am me. She is she.
While I realize the impulses of “the transgendered” are said to be enormously strong, I am not personally persuaded that anything about it is genuine or good, any more than I am persuaded that rapists rape out of lust or that Lycanthropists really are wolves or truly werewolves.
I don’t pretend to really understand any of those things, but it seems to me the same is true of all of the above. It’s an obsession with the idea of something that has its proper reality outside oneself, but which one is somehow trying to “make his own” in a way that can never truly be.
Transgenderism strikes me as an extremely sad phenomenon, and perhaps once embraced it can never be cured. But it also seems to me it should never be called “brave” and never encouraged in any other way.