Fucking awful, right? Depressing. But check out this bit:
Honestly, I can't help but laugh. "Contagion." Contagion! Yeah, I'm contagious. If I even so much as look at a child, they're gonna start questioning. Am I a boy? Am I a girl? Something else? They'll come home wearing a cat ears headband or (and) a binder, begging their mom and dad (because as we all know, good non-grooming parents are a man and a woman) to start HRT and undergo various surgeries.
The grain of truth here--and it is a grain, corn more specifically, because it's what doesn't get digested and remains visible in every steaming pile of shit--is that many of my friends have come out as trans. Hell, I realized I'm trans after another friend came out. Most of us have been friends since we were in grade 7 or 8, and now we're all gay or bi (except one of us), almost half of us are transgender, and for good measure most of us are either autistic or have ADHD or both. And that's just one friend group! "Bisexual with ADHD" is the default type of person I write and what I assume of most people, because that's more common than non-ADHD straight friends or peers. At least for me.
Of course, this is no comfort to Mrs. Justice and her ilk. It just proves the point. As we see more and more youth come out as queer--or even just as allies, or okay existing alongside queer people, or breaking gender norms--parents assume there must be some sort of grooming going on. This shit isn't new. It's practically early-mid 20th century gay panic.
The UK government is conspicuously excluding trans people from its ban on conversion therapy.
I kinda wish it was contagious. And maybe it is--but not in the way you think.