Gender Identity Disorder: child abuse in a modern medical trend

When we read headlines or hear news stories about cultures in the world that allow the girls to have their genitalia butchered, or boys’ scrotums are forcefully squeezed daily, or girl babies are aborted or sold, or girls and boys are kidnapped for labor or sex trades, we’re disgusted at the news and think how awful it would be to live in societies that allow such things. And yet, the so-called civilized world, including the United States and other western civilizations, equally engage in barbaric practices on children. All under the guise of medical progress.

I’m referring to the highly controversial issue of chemical and surgical sex-change treatment for children. With all of the horrific mistakes the medical field has seen throughout history, haven’t they learned yet that just because something can be done does not mean it should be done?

The human brain does not fully mature until around 25-years-old. And yet, parents, under the encouragement of agenda-pushing medical and psychiatric professionals, make life-changing decisions for their children (as early as 2-years-old), on the basis that their child claims they are, or want to be, the opposite sex.

Most individuals, at some point during their childhood, wonder what it would be like to be the opposite sex. A large percentage of these people even fixate on the possibility of being the opposite sex; especially if they are going through a tough period. Or, if they perceive the traditional roles and treatment of one sex being better than the other.

For instance, a female I know vividly recalls how she and her sisters had to do far more chores than their brothers. And she clearly remembers wishing she was a boy. In fact, she had those thoughts from a young age until puberty. But once her body began to change those thoughts disappeared, and she’s been happy to be a female ever since.

It is impossible for a child to fully comprehend the consequences and life-changing ramifications of changing their sex. And when the average adult mistakenly believes sex and gender are the same thing, instead of having entirely different definitions, how do parents and medical professionals honestly believe children can make such life-changing decisions?

Two experts in the field at Johns Hopkins University, Lawrence S. Mayer and Paul McHugh, wrote a 143-page report that expressed their “alarm at the developing trend in the United States of parents declaring their children to be transgendered and subjecting the child to hormonal treatments, behavioral adjustments and surgery.”

They equally suggest no one can determine the gender identity of such young children (like the 2-4-year-olds being mentioned in articles now). And along with believing scientists have no real understanding of what it means “for a child to have a developed sense of his or her gender,” they are extremely alarmed that the “therapies, treatments, and surgeries seem disproportionate to the severity of the distress being experienced” by the children, and are “premature since the majority who identify as the gender opposite their biological sex will not continue to do so as adults.” Plus, they stress that there is a lack of reliable studies on the prolonged effects of these interventions.

While Mayer and McHugh strongly caution against such therapies, treatments, and surgeries, other medical professionals push the trend.

Dr. Norman Spack, director of one of the nation’s first gender identity clinics, at Children’s Hospital Boston, says, “Switching gender roles and occasionally pretending to be the opposite sex is common in young children. But these kids are different. They feel certain they were born with the wrong bodies.”

The trend shows a growing number of these children are being labeled with gender identity disorder, a psychiatric diagnosis.

Dr. Margaret Moon, who teaches at the Johns Hopkins Berman Institute of Bioethics, and is a member of the American Academy of Pediatrics bioethics committee, says, “Offering sex-change treatment to kids younger than 18 raises ethical concerns, and their parents’ motives need to be closely examined.”

Moon further claims, “Some kids may get a psychiatric diagnosis when they are just hugely uncomfortable with narrowly defined gender roles; or some may be gay and are coerced into treatment by parents more comfortable with a sex-change than having a homosexual child.”

Regarding parental motives: while I believe most of these parents’ want to do what’s right for their children they, unfortunately, buy into the PC, societal, and medical trends.

However, there are instances where parents have played on the publicity surrounding the issue: subjecting their children to life-changing therapies and treatments for personal gain.

There is at least one instance where siblings playing a practical joke convinced a young sister to keep claiming she was a boy or she would be kicked out of the family. And the parents bought it and put her into therapy (which was discontinued after the siblings confessed).

Isn’t it interesting that while Moon suggests the parents’ motives be closely examined, no one suggests the medical professionals’ motives be examined. After all, the entire history of medicine is littered with both unethical and immoral practices. Everything from graverobbing to drug dealing, double-billing to unnecessary surgeries, and malpractice to murder have made headlines in the medical field.

Some people may point out that the medical professionals are treating gender identity disorder quite differently than similar disorders.

An individual with body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) mistakenly believes they are ugly. A female with anorexia nervosa (AN) mistakenly believes she is obese. An individual with body integrity identity disorder (BIID) mistakenly believes they are a disabled person trapped in a fully functioning body: some even seek surgical amputation of healthy limbs, or attempt to get their spines severed.

You do not see the medical and psychiatric professionals lining up for the “Trend Train” to fulfill the mistaken beliefs of those with BDD, AN, or BIID. So, why are so many hopping on board the “Transgender Trend Train?”

Can the prospect of creating an entire class of life-long patients be tempting? After all, we already see them going after children as young as 2-years-old. And once they have been indoctrinated through the alleged counseling to “accept” themselves as the opposite sex, they will be on puberty blocking drugs for several years, followed by sex-changing hormonal treatment for the rest of their lives (with or without the sex-change surgery). And greed has proven to be a powerful motivator throughout the history of medicine.

There are other medical and psychiatric professionals who are tempted more by the prestige of being on the cutting edge of the medical trend. They have new methods and they want to use them. And it clouds their minds to the moral and ethical issues regarding such life altering changes to children as young as 2-years-old.

Let’s look at Spack’s claim. He claims, the GID children “feel certain they were born with the wrong bodies.” Now, let’s recall that the human brain doesn’t fully mature until around age twenty-five; and at the age many of these kids are now being asked they are just as equally certain that Santa Claus and Bugs Bunny are real, and when people die they simply brush themselves off and keep going like in the cartoons.

It is literally impossible for these kids to fully comprehend the life-long ramifications and consequences surrounding such a major decision.

Spack along with other trend pushing doctors, claim there is emerging research that suggests these children may have brain differences similar to the opposite sex.

Most of the alleged research involves brain imaging, but it’s flawed since the imaging is only done on the subjects (GID kids) after they’ve begun the therapies and treatments.

During my training in psychology I became familiar with the term neuroplasticity. Neuroplasticity is the capacity of the human brain to change in response to individual experience (including gained knowledge). Simply put, the brain image before an extended period of therapy and treatment is going to look different than the brain functions after the therapy and treatment.

In other words, the alleged emerging research Spack refers to does not prove cause and effect. It may show similar brain functions to the opposite sex, but since the images were taken after therapy and treatment, the therapy and treatment to “accept” themselves as the opposite sex can just as easily be the cause and effect for the change.

I’m equally sure that some of the medical professionals honestly think they are doing the right thing. They are humanists pushing the progressive agenda, with the alleged belief that if the GID kids are encouraged to “accept” their mistaken belief it will help them reach their “true potential.” Unfortunately, good intentions will never transform barbaric practices into something positive.

Remember my favorite Alpha quote: Intelligence without common sense is nonsense.

It doesn’t matter what excuses parents and medical professionals use to convince themselves that it’s okay to use behavior modification, drug treatments, and sex-changing surgery on anyone under the legal age (while the child is incapable of making such decisions)—it’s still wrong! And it will always be morally and ethically wrong; just like it’s wrong to mutilate female genitalia, and the other barbaric practices mentioned earlier.

Unfortunately, money talks, which is why trafficking of kids continues in the sex trade. And with the clear prospect of manufacturing life-long patients that can fund trendy new clinics and make careers, there will be no shortage of medical professionals hopping on board the “Transgender Trend Train.” And the child abuse under the guise of medicine will continue to build momentum.

A Bloody Lesson

[This is not our usual type of post, and if talking about blood gets you queasy, please skip this post.]

I’m going to talk about something from the male perspective, but I found out that something similar can occur to females as well.

I went through something recently that, although I’m middle-aged, I had never heard or read about, and it was rather a rude awakening. And it is for that reason I’m telling the embarrassing tale. I truly hope it doesn’t happen to any of you, but just in case it does maybe by hearing about it before it does from someone who has gone through it might ease your mind. Just remember the key words: don’t panic.

While showering I noticed a simple spot just off-center on the head of my penis. It was very small, and looked like either a mole or the beginning of a pimple (which I thought was really weird, since I’d never even developed pimples during adolescence). And upon further investigation there were no other visible symptoms.

Having never encountered this before, and not wanting oddities popping up where I didn’t want them, I decided to rub it clean or pick it off.

Big mistake!

As soon as the tiny spot popped off blood began to pour out…and I do mean pour! In just seconds blood was pooling in the tub and both my hands were a bloody mess—which made it a bit difficult to grip things that needed to be gripped and grab things that needed to be grabbed in an effort to stop the flow.

I will spare you all the bloody details of my various attempts to squelch the flow, except to tell you that I finally accomplished the task with the medical equivalent of choking the chicken. But by the time I stopped the bleeding the place looked like a slaughter house. After all, that part of the anatomy ebbs and flows (is soft or hard) based on blood circulation. And along with the bathtub, the floor, toilet, wastebasket, and a couple towels were soaked or splattered with blood. And, of course, along with my hands I was splattered from the waist down and needed another shower.

Now you have to understand that I’ve seen a lot of violence and bloodshed in my life, so I don’t get flustered easily. I didn’t yell out or try to call anyone: no, not even kat. I simply focused my energy on stopping the blood. However, as soon as it was stopped I recall thinking the following:

“I’ve survived the barrio, military wounds, years of investigations and being shot at, along with a lifetime of seeking adrenaline rushes in activities like skydiving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, etc, and here I almost died from a pimple on my pecker.”

Well, as it turned out it wasn’t a pimple, it was similar to a blood blister, and the blood filled up inside instead of near the surface. That’s why I couldn’t see it.

I found out that males and females can develop these around their genitalia, and they can look like pimples, moles, blackheads, and even age spots. But, heaven forbid, if you ever get one please learn from my embarrassing mistake… don’t rub, scratch, or pick it.

[Please see MisterMan’s comment below for another possible explanation.]

Down and Dirty

OMG! I’m still smiling from my recent fuck session with kat. Yes, I mean “fuck session” not love session. There is always love as the foundation between us, but sometimes we’re both craving a no-holds-barred nasty as we can be fuck fest.

Sex sessions come in a wide variety, and as a playful and exploratory kind of guy I’ve definitely done my share to diversify my experiences. So I say, thank God, the sexual revolution, and finding the perfect mate.

Some days you just got to get down and dirty. Sure, kat and I enjoy caressing, cuddling, massaging, and other applications of loving touch. In fact, she learned early in our relationship that I’m a very affectionate guy (since I grew up in a non-affectionate family and swore I’d never be like that as an adult). Ahh… but I digress.

The simple fact is we are human. We are prone to a variety of moods, and the stress and cares of daily life and relationships can alter those moods. And over-and-above our basic mood swings we also have sexual needs and desires that can easily run the gamut from Vanilla to German Chocolate to Ebony Black Forest Fudge (getting hungry yet?).

Simply put, some days a traditional roll-in-the-hay just isn’t good enough. Perhaps you had a stressful day at work, or the kids broke their all-time record for getting on your nerves, or your Monster-in-law lived up to her title with a two-hour bitch session. Or maybe you just woke up horny as hell, got hornier throughout the day, and by the time you get some alone time with your mate you feel like a sex-addict who just found out your mate is a nymphomaniac that develops amnesia after every orgasm…and refuses to quit until she’s satisfied.

Or maybe, if you’re like me, you’re so fucking in love, like, and lust with your mate you don’t really need a reason to want to ravish them. Or you find that any reason is as good as another. For instance, kat’s normal attire is a t-shirt and panties, cuz’ I’m not big on fancy lingerie; I like the wholesome girl-next-door-look (with one exception, of course, my girl wears a collar). And after hours of seeing her with just enough covered to keep sparking the imagination and teasing my desires, I begin to wonder if the zipper on my Wrangler jeans can withstand the growing pressure. In other words, it’s time for this Alpha to pounce.

What’s that? Did I hear someone in the peanut gallery ask, “What about foreplay?”

Unlike many couples, kat and I believe foreplay is every waking second of every day. We don’t believe in relationships that are 50/50; we believe that both mates need to give 100% at all times, and that includes our view of foreplay. To us, foreplay is showing we love, cherish, adore, and respect each other every waking second. And when we constantly treat each other with love and affection we stay in a condition of readiness for whenever the opportunities present themselves. And kat loves it this way because—unlike her prior relationships—I show her constant love and affection throughout every day, instead of only paying her compliments or playing grab ass five seconds before I want to fuck her, and calling that foreplay like so many guys that don’t know how to touch a woman’s emotions.

A guy I’ve known for years constantly complains about his wife not being very spontaneous, but when I ask him what he does to help get her in the mood, he says if he had to do something to get her in the mood it destroys the whole purpose of being spontaneous. And he wonders why she spurns his advances most the time, and just lays there like an inanimate object on the rare occasion she sheds her panties.

Kat, on the other hand, is in a constant state of readiness because of my consistently showing love and affection—which includes sharing duties so we can get them over and done with quicker, in order to have more time for ourselves—so when I decide I want to surprise her, push her against a wall, fondle her, rip her clothes off, sweep her up into my arms, carry her to the closest piece of furniture I can bend her over, and lick, suck, and fuck her brains out, not once has she ever complained. In fact, her actions, physical response, and words tell me she only wants more.

So when I told kat that we were going to get fucking nasty this time, all she did was say, “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a very nasty girl for you.” And she was. And when our sexual urges were sated we talked and laughed for hours afterward.

Yep, some days you just got to get down and dirty. But in order for those days to work you’ve got to show each other love, affection, and respect every day, without fail, so the passion is always smoldering within you both and ready to be ignited when the opportunities arise.

Body Image

“I don’t know what you see in me.” — I’ve said this to Alpha many times —

Like most women, I struggle with body image issues. We all compare ourselves to the women we see in magazines (well-knowing they have been photoshopped and airbrushed), on television, in movies, and yes, even porn, and feel that we’re not good enough–breasts too small, butt not perky, tummy too round, icky love handles, and now, no six-pack abs. We know it’s unrealistic to think we can look like those women whose lives revolve around dieting, exercise, trainers, and plastic surgery (because their livelihood is tied to their bodies), and not around family, work, and limited finances. And if you’re a woman of “a certain age”, as I am, on top of everything else, you’re contending with gray hairs, wrinkles, and a traitorous body that is slowly creeping south.

Alpha tells me I’m beautiful in his eyes, that He could never see me as anything but beautiful, and that I’m perfectly imperfect for Him. He constantly reassures me of His love for me, and His desire for me. And I hear the sincerity in His voice, see it in His eyes. Still, I struggle.

Logically, I know what He means because I love Him, and in doing so, love His body. He has many scars from repeated surgeries that attempted, with limited results, to fix an injury He suffered in the military. And like me, He’s no longer a spring chicken…er…rooster. But I love every imperfection, every scar, every extra pound. I crave His body, love worshiping every inch of it with my fingers, lips, and tongue. I want that beautiful body sleeping beside me for the rest of my life.

He is my perfect sexy Alpha. Why is it so hard to see myself as His perfect sexy kat?

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I’m sure many in the D/s lifestyle can relate to this beautiful poem written by JW and MC Clark. We feel as if it could have been written just for us.
Alpha & kat