Breast clinic waiting room of my local hospital...
A mother arrived with a teenager and walked past me to sit down. I thought to myself "Unusual to see a teenager, especially a boy, accompany his mum to this clinic. He was dressed in typical school uniform of black straight trousers, tight white shirt, tie, had a buzz haircut. However, given the tightness of the shirt, it was very obvious that he had breasts. The nurse announced "Mr. XXXXX" when the pair were called forward, appointment was for the teenager, not the mum. Change of appearance, change of title. Is it a stretch to think that this teenage girl, masquerading as a boy, is seeking mastectomy surgery? If so, yet another child AND parent taken in by the cult.
I was in hospital once and while waiting to be checked in, a young teen (about 14) was being brought in by police. I overheard the staff and police say this child had taken drugs and it clearly wasn’t the first time they’d picked them up and brought them here.
The child in question walks in, low hanging jeans, short hair, baggy hoodie walking in the way boys who think they’re “hard” do but immediately I clock the situation. It’s a teen girl masquerading as a boy (didn’t work obviously) and who is clearly deeply unhappy and troubled - hence why she’s here with the police.
She gets asked her name and lo and behold, she says a male name and the receptionist explains I need your birth name for XYZ reasons. I also overhear that she routinely skips school. Her mum comes in a bit later, this a normal routine for mum but she clearly doesn't give a
duck and I just couldn't help but make assumptions - assumptions based on knowledge and logic mind.
This is likely a teen girl who has figured out she’s probably gay and GNC and has got easily swept up by the T crowd due to having an unstable foundation at home. You could see she was SO uncomfortable in her skin, literally wriggling around like she wanted to slide out of it. Between her and her mum, there was no affection, she didn’t seem relieved when her mum turned up, there was no reassurance or even discipline (as in boundaries, that tell children they are safe and cared about “I care where you are what a happens to you!”)
I felt really sad for this little girl. Clearly so lost and trying to show the adults around her that she needs stability, acceptance and love because she can’t verbalise it.
Anyway, you just jogged my memory with your post, being in a healthcare setting and watching professionals go along with this madness.
