You will never actually understand the deep emotional pain of rape, nor of gender dysphoria. You will never have to look in the mirror and see a disgusting wretched, torn and ripped apart visage of what you could have been. You never stayed up every night praying to Heavenly Father that he would kill you in your sleep and allow you to be reborn a girl at age 11, you didn’t have to deal with the horror of puberty destroying what little femininity you had. You never had to deal with realizing the few things you held dear in life would be ripped from you like a bullied child You will never know what it’s like to yearn to be a mother, to pray to god that you could even have a chance, knowing it’s all for nought. Mourning the children you could never bear, mourning the loss of my unborn, unconceivable children Regardless of what kind of trauma it is, it is so deeply painful i will never be able to tell anyone about it even a psychiatrist without them acting like I’m overreacting Curse you, I hope that you may feel a fraction of the pain I have dealt with, and I wish impotence upon you so that you can know how it feels, amen