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Children placed in residental schools were abused, murdered, and sold into arranged marriages with white men. More recently, children "adopted" out into white households are often also subjected to the same, as well as forcibly converted to Christianity.

Hello, my name is World's Most Privileged Trans Man, and I have some things to say about transandrophobia.

First of all, you trenders- I mean transandrobros, might not know this, but testosterone is soooo much more powerful than estrogen, so when you start T you pass instantly. I know this, because when I started T at 12 years old, I looked like all the other boys in my class, right after my first shot!

Also, abortion bans don't even affect us, because you can just get a hysterectomy. You should have been trying to get one anyway, since getting pregnant is only for women. If your insurance denies you, just have your parents pay for it like mine did!

I make a lot of money at my job where my colleagues make sexist jokes like I'm "one of the guys", and therefore so do you. I have never felt unsafe with a doctor or police officer, and therefore neither have you. I refuse to believe that anyone could have a different experience than me so they are just being a whiny baby, and I refuse to admit that being upper middle class, white, able bodied, and cis passing, might have a little more baring on my blissfully privileged life, rather than my True Male Soul

*Takes off my sarcastic voice*

No matter how injured. If a parent doesn't deem it necessary to see a doctor, it doesn't happen. Teachers can suggest a doctor visit, but unless it's a very acute injury (and even then), it's ultimately up to the parents.

You can be 13. Twisted, maybe broken ankle. You teacher lets you sit out in PE. She's concerned, and tells you to rest when you go home, and see a doctor. You get home, ur parents fill a bath and add some Epsom salts, and then laugh at you for using it moms old colorguard stick as a cane. Take some ibuprofen they say. It's just a little sprain, ur a kid.

You go to school the next day, go to ur office assistant time. Office calls ur mom to come get you, because you're clearly in too much pain for school. Your mom laughs when she gets you, says you just were so determined not to miss school. Scolds you for making the office ladies worry.

You never see a doctor for the injury.

Your parents come into the exam room at every visit. This does not stop with age, except for gynecologist. But your parents are on the medical release forms. They fill them out for you, with you. You do not get to take them off.

You never get to tell s doctor about the ankle. Even though it never quote healed right, and it hurts every day.

Then your 18. In college. Still on your parents insurance, and have no car. The on campus clinic only does std testing. You fall down some stairs. Same injury. You call your parents, crying from the pain. You are using a mop as a cane. They console you and say to have a bath, take some meds, and let them know how it feels in a few days. You end up borrowing your roommates rolling chair to get around for the weekend.

By Monday, you can walk again. You walk miles to class every day. You ask to see a doctor, but your parents won't drive the hour to come take you, and you don't have the insurance card. You are still at their mercy for medical care. The ankle tries to heal again. This time worse than before. The tendons click with every step.

Now you're in your twenties. Finally have your own healthcare. You see a doctor. You get to mention the ankle! They say it's been too long to really even know what was damaged. That you have arthritis now. It healed wrong but it can no longer be fixed.