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Frederick R Prete's avatar

This is a very astute and insightful essay. As a parent and a Biological Psychologist, I agree with you completely. We are the stories that we tell ourselves; they create the lens through which we view the world... And, of course, that "lens" is a metaphor for the neural networks that we carry around in our brains.

https://everythingisbiology.substack.com/p/hallucinating-your-inner-trans-reptile

However, you've articulated an even more critical point. When we are young, when we are vulnerable, when we are first exploring the world, our brains are particularly malleable. In other words, we can be easily manipulated by those around us. This is especially true if those manipulating us have more power, are particularly aggressive, are unrelenting, or are offering us "gifts" (like acceptance) that we desperately need. For these reasons, I think it is absolutely and unquestionably immoral, unethical and, ultimately, abusive to push the most vulnerable among us into these destructive cults. To my mind, it is tantamount to physically abusing someone.

Personally, I am astounded that so many of those who should be protecting our children — teachers, counselors, psychologists, et al. — are complicit in this pattern of indoctrination... I'm equally astounded that so few have faced legal repercussions for the damage that they cause.

My thoughts are with you and your daughter. I wish the very best outcome for you both, and I'm grateful for your essay. Thank you again, Frederick

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S. A. Dad's avatar

When I was young and on the spectrum, before there was such a thing as "the spectrum," the cult I fell in with was "Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll." Kids doing dangerouse recreational drugs. Also being hard core counter culture. I was a star. Huge tolerance. Radical politics with the brains to really find justification for that. To be a leader in that because of my intellectual abilities. I was one of them. My identity was tied up in the rest of them accepting me. No matter that my family was horrified. I had a new family.

Eventually they all outgrew this lifestyle or died young. I moved away and was alone but persisted. For a while. Eventually I found new friends because I was far away from the old friends. They were all very much mainstream people. I was ready for that myself having finally and very belatedly, matured into an adult.

Eventually and gradually I went back to my family. I decided to use the higher education that was given to me by my family, rather than work in low wage manual labor jobs, just to make sure I fit in with the rest of the drug culture kids. I found a "normal" girlfriend even. Got married. Had a family.

I remember that at first I was even hiding the fact that I had become successful to my old friend group. I was embarrassed of that. Example: When I went back to my old home town, I showed up in a new expensive car. I told the old friends it was a rented car for the trip. I never told them what my new job was. I was certainly no longer one of them but wanted to be. Pretended to be.

Gradually I had new friends that were also successful. I lost touch, over time, with the others. I am still an odd duck, being very much on the spectrum but a successful odd duck with a healthy lifestyle and friends that are healthy and even value me for some of my eccentric qualities.

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