Commentary: I Spent a Year as a Trans Man Where Doctors Failed Me at Every Turn

by Sydney Wright


I can’t wrap my head around all that I’ve done to myself in the last two years, much less the “help” that some health care professionals have done to me.

Two years ago, I was a healthy, beautiful girl heading toward high school graduation. Before long, I turned into an overweight, pre-diabetic nightmare of a transgender man.

I won’t place the full blame on health care providers, because I should have known better. But they sure helped me do a lot of harm to myself—and they made a hefty buck doing it.

Here’s my story.

From my earliest years, I was always different from the other girls. I wore boy clothes, and I played with boy toys. I was a classic tomboy.

As I got older, I became romantically interested in other girls. In fact, with the exception of one guy I dated in high school, I exclusively dated girls.

At the time, you wouldn’t have been able to tell I was gay just from looking at me. I had long, blond hair, wore makeup, and carried myself rather femininely. But in my head, I knew I was gay—though I was more of a self-loathing gay.

Sydney as a senior in high school. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

The truth is, I didn’t like gays, and didn’t want to be associated with them. Yet there I was, dating only other girls.

By the time I was 17, my parents had long divorced and I was living with my dad. That’s when he found out I was dating girls. He promptly kicked me out of the house, saying it was his way or the highway.

With little choice, I moved in with my mom.

Soon after that, I cut my hair—a decision that grieved both my parents. But what happened next grieved them far more.

At age 18, I started seeing a bunch of transgender men’s “success stories” on Instagram. The trans men talked about how something had always “felt off” with them, and they said people couldn’t tell they had been the opposite sex after their transition.

Their stories all seemed to have a happy ending—and it made me rather jealous.

Here I was getting frowned upon for holding hands with my girlfriend in public, feeling like I’m constantly being judged by everyone, while transgenders could date their same-sex significant other while looking like the opposite sex.

I resented that and began to envy the transgenders. I looked into it for myself.

A Fast Track to Transgender

Everything I read was in favor of transitioning.

Regrettably, I couldn’t find any articles about transgender regret or the huge health issues that would come from making the transition. They only mentioned how brave the transition would make you, and how good it would be for you.

I tried my best to find books that discussed the issue critically and offered opposing views, but all I found were pro-transgender authors. That left me with the obvious conclusion: If all the “experts” were in favor of transition, why not do it?

Every passing day, I saw myself as this awful “dyke,” this unnatural lesbian. I hated that image and would much rather have been a guy dating girls. So I Googled how to make the transition to male.

The first step was to find a therapist who would write me a letter to start me on male hormones.

I soon found a therapist who said she would help me, and I told her I wanted to start the hormones on my 19th birthday, which was only five weeks off. She required only a one-hour appointment each week.

That’s hardly enough time to get to know someone. Yet those five hours got me an official letter that unlocked the doors for me to get hormone therapy and become a “man.” It also helped me change my “sex” on my driver’s license from female to male.

Sydney after cutting her hair. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

I now see a huge problem with how easy this was. If the therapist had gone slower and been more careful, she would have seen that I wasn’t actually trans.

But by this time, I’d seen the promotional videos. I was convinced that my gender is what was “off,” and the therapist guided me along and made me feel like a sex change is what I needed.

By this point, my friends were also encouraging me to transition. “You’re a hot girl,” they said. “You’ll be a hot guy, too!” Others were too afraid to say anything against it, because after all, it was 2017. I never got pushback from anyone.

In reality, of course, I was not a boy, and hearing otherwise was the last thing I needed. I was simply insecure about being tomboyish and a lesbian in public.

My therapist never once tried to sit down with me and figure that out. Instead, she asked me questions like: “When did you start feeling this way?” “Why do you feel you’re this way?”

Not once did she tap the brakes to keep me from gender transition.

The Scam That Scarred Me

Once I got my letter, I went to a doctor in Atlanta in what turned out to be the worst treatment of my life.

The doctor came in and asked if I had any questions. I told him, “I’m just a little nervous.” He asked, “Do you not want to do this?” I said, “I do,” and he replied, “All right. Where’s your letter?”

I gave him my letter, but he didn’t open it—not even to check if it was real.

He said, “I’ll call in your prescription for testosterone.” That surprised me—I thought he was going to administer it himself.

I asked, “Are you not going to give me the shot yourself?” He then sarcastically suggested I could drive all the way back to Rome, Georgia, (four hours) to get my prescription, and then come back to his office to get the shot.

That wasn’t realistic, and he knew it.

“But I don’t know how to give myself a shot,” I said.

He replied, “There’s no wrong way to give it.” He told me to go home and figure it out. He suggested watching a YouTube video.

That honestly scared me. It should have been red flag No. 1 that the doctor didn’t care, that this was just a money scam. His hands-off approach showed he was confident he wouldn’t be held accountable for this treatment.

But at this point, I was still caught in the delusion. I thought gender transition could make me “normal.”

Unfortunately, that’s not the reality that awaited me.

Destroying My Own Body

The injections of male hormones started to have their effect, but not in the way I expected. I started gaining more and more weight. My skin started to get more and more puffy and discolored. My blood started to thicken.

The doctor’s office was running bloodwork for me every three months, and it actually said I was now pre-diabetic—something that was totally new for me.

My gender-transition doctor said not to worry, but I decided to see another doctor for a second opinion. He said my thickening blood put me at risk for a heart attack or stroke.

Sydney during the first few months on hormones. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

I did this to myself for almost a year. During that time, I gained 50 pounds and was miserable. None of my problems that I thought this would solve were being solved, and I came to have even less self-confidence than before.

I started feeling regret.

Unfortunately, I was stuck: I had already declared to everyone that this was who I was. I had changed my gender, and I had forced people to play along with it and call me by a new name: Jaxson. At work, men had to be OK with their former female co-worker now using the same restroom as them.

Everyone was walking on eggshells around me—and people fell in line for fear of what might happen if they objected. (Employers are already being sued over this kind of thing, after all.)

Nobody could tell me what I was doing was wrong, or “Hey, wake up!” A few brave souls at work did quietly try to say, “Are you sure?” Or, “Why don’t you think about it a little while?”

Meanwhile, my mom was crying daily about why I was doing this to myself, all the while blaming herself.

Sydney after one year on hormones. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

Finally, one day, my grandfather sat me down to talk about it. He was, and will remain the only person whose opinion I will ever care about. With tears in his eyes, he asked me to stop.

Everything in me wanted to keep going—not even because I wanted it anymore, but because of pride. “What will people think?” I thought. I had made everyone play along. If I suddenly stopped, what would I tell people?

Those questions ate at me. And yet, there was my grandpa, the man I respect most, pleading with me through tears. I just couldn’t tell him no.

That was a saving grace. I would have let this treatment kill me before admitting I’d screwed up. His intervention may have saved my life.

Sydney with her grandfather. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

So I decided to quit—and I quit cold turkey without seeing my doctor again.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple.

Not even two weeks after stopping hormone treatment, the withdrawals kicked in with a vengeance. I was soon on the floor groaning, crying, throwing up, not able to keep anything down, and not able to eat at all.

Getting sick every single day was exhausting. I went to the emergency room three times and had to have two procedures to figure out what was happening to me. My hormone balance was way off, and I was miserable.

Sydney while losing weight from withdrawals. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

The last time I went to the ER, I had been showering and suddenly went into withdrawals. I called my mom, who had to drive 30 minutes to come get me out of the shower and take me to the hospital. I didn’t even think I would make it there alive.

Before the ER gave me medicine to sedate me, I begged my mom to make them admit me to the hospital. “I will die if I go back home or leave here,” I said.

She and I both sat crying before I passed out from all the sedatives they gave me. I thought I wasn’t going to make it.

Finally, Hope

After four long, exhausting months of being sick every day and losing the 50 pounds, I finally got back to a semi-normal life.

I’m now more stable, but my body bears the scars of gender therapy. My voice is still deep, and I look very masculine. I’m now $1,000 poorer due to the cost, though that’s a fraction of what insurance paid.

And, because of that doctor’s letter that said I’m irreversibly a male, my driver’s license is now stuck with a “male” label. I’ll have to appear in court to prove I’m a female again.

Nevertheless, I’m just thankful to have gotten off this horrible path alive, and before I had any body parts mutilated.

Sydney six months after quitting hormone treatment. (Photo: Sydney Wright)

It’s insane to me that our society is letting this to happen to young people. At age 18, I wasn’t even legal to buy alcohol, but I was old enough to go to a therapist and get hormones to change my gender.

This is happening to vulnerable kids much younger than I was, and the adults are AWOL.

When you walk into these clinics, you won’t really see older people around. It’s boys and girls playing dress-up, brought there by clueless parents, waiting for the appointment that could likely ruin their lives.

I hope I’m not the only one who sees a major problem with this. Our culture has set up a fast-track to gender transition that will only result in scarred bodies and ruined lives—and the medical community is complicit. I met with these doctors in person and gave them my own cash. I can tell you they did not care.

This is a public health crisis that our media and politicians are completely ignoring. More young people are being deceived every day, being told that the solution to their insecurity and identity problems is to get a sex change.

That’s just about the worst path you can put a young person on.

Until we do something, until the medical community puts up serious guardrails and begins to do its due diligence—and until politicians grow a spine and step in—expect to see more young people scarred for life.

If anything, I hope my story can serve as a warning bell and save some other young teenager the misery and grief I’ve been through.

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Sydney Wright is a business sales representative in the private sector and a student at Georgia Northwestern Technical College.
Photos of Sydney Wright were provided to the Daily Signal.





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7 Thoughts to “Commentary: I Spent a Year as a Trans Man Where Doctors Failed Me at Every Turn”

  1. Lauren

    Of course this is a success story of a person detransitioning! She was a lesbian who lied to health professionals about her real problems and did everything absolutely wrong!

    The detail of falsifying and demonizing the symptoms of leaving the treatment, in addition to everything that says that the hrt gave her … We know where this story comes from and where it goes too.

    But the most important thing is that people who do not have gender dysphoria should not transition because they did not have it, but they will know it.

  2. This makes no sense. I am a transgender man, i had dysphoria for years now but you dont give a fuck. You are just talking about how the systen is wrong for you but to be honest this story feels like you rushing into things and trying to be normal. But trans people are hardly ever viewed as normal. We are “freaks” and we “destroy our bodies”. You blame trans men for making you think you are trans but every transgender person i know says that you gotta wait at first, come out and wait at least a year without rushing into hrt as fast as you can. Also i cant begin to explain how upset i am that you think that people are bad meanies for respecting your identity. I would kill to be a cisgender male and the fact that almost nobody in your life questioned it makes me sad cause i live in a very transphobic country. I wont be able to get hrt in next 4 years at least. And i know i am trans. And just caause you didnt even research dysphoria doesnt mean that trans people dont exist.

    1. Jerry Donohue

      The huge bulk of detransitioning kids are FtM’s at the moment. Caused by a sort of herd mentality on the internet. A small number of females and a larger number of males actually have the wrong brain sex. The SDN in the hypothalamus has wired up wrong in the womb usually under hormonal influence but sometimes also with a DNA component. When imaging gets to the point of seeing the SDN we will have a reliable diagnostic tool. At the moment it can only be checked in autopsies (by the Dutch researchers)

  3. Maria Veradis

    I am so glad to see a story like hers published in Ohio. She’s so brave for doing this. Unfortunately, the universities are on board and at age 18, you can easily get what you want. MIami, OSU, Case, Ohio University, and even University of Cincinnati has a gender clinic just one block from campus, and the social workers are only affirming these kids.
    We have a support group in Ohio. To be a member, go to Join us as we will be working on legislative efforts in the state and beyond. It’s time to report medical harms and get something done to prevent this from being an option. We welcome any doctors to join our team. Email me: [email protected]

  4. Gary McCaleb

    Several years ago I began litigating against gender identity policies in public schools–the ones that use school privacy facilities not for privacy, but to affirm the claimed gender of a few students. Everyone else, of course, has to play along. But it didn’t take me long before I felt I was not so much “against” gender ideology as I was pulling for these kids being sucked into it. I’m a Christian, and to me this is a Good Samaritan issue for us: we find someone lying in the road, run over by the gender identity bus, it’s our job to get them to a better place; support the better science; find better answers. Yes, I believe there are spiritual answers, but the Good Samaritan first made sure the wounded one was taken to safety, provided good care, and protected through recovery. To be blunt: there is no sound science supporting gender transition, and good science showing that it is dangerous, doesn’t solve problems, and very likely increases the risk of completed suicide years down the road. We can, should, and must do better. Sydney–bless you. Well done; be strong and stay the course to be the woman you are!

  5. Kenneth Sears

    All this “trans” stuff is selling like hotcakes among adolescents because….they’re ADOLESCENTS. They’re ready to try a new image every five minutes if they think it’s the cool thing to be.

    Adolescents are the conforming-est, most insecure, species on the planet. All the conforming comes with a mere veneer of independent rebelliousness because they’re conforming to each other instead of their parents. But there is nary a jot or tittle of genuine free-thinking to be found among them, as all of us who have the privilege of being former adolescents know. They can barely think beyond the next five minutes (as evidenced by the gargantuan holes in their earlobes, which will be soooooo attractive in 50 years…) much less anticipate the horrific nightmare awaiting them after they jump on the bandwagon and warp their physiology inside and out to assert their “true selves, no matter what anybody thinks”…which is tragi-comical since, as the article below underlines, almost NOBODY around them will have the guts to mutter a WORD other than “Good for you, you’re wonderful, don’t let the naysayers get you down.”

    FEAR pervades the whole society on a level and in a manner that is itself a pervasively fearful prospect. Fear and the desperation for approbation—so bankrupt is our capacity for genuine “self-validation,” for lack of a better term.

    This young lady, in the article below, was surrounded by craven cowards and criminally exploitative doctors. Her clueless adolescent friends were themselves so starved for approbation as “woke” and “progressive” and, in general, GOOD PEOPLE, that the only thing they could do was mouth and parrot the nauseous mantra of vapid approval, “You’re just wonderful no matter what you do. Be yourself. You rock, girl—oops, boy, tee hee!” (Cue Applause).

    Perniciously paired with the desperation for validation is the terror of ostracism—and, boy, does the tolerant-woke Left know how to ostracize and demonize and stigmatize with a Scarlet “-OBE” for the least phoneme that wanders from the orthodox script. That desperation and terror together—they are like a cyanide-strychnine cocktail to reason, reflection, even to love. Thank God this young lady’s grandfather found the wells of love to break through the madness, in REAL “no matter what anybody says” courage.

    I may seem to have come down hard on adolescents here, but, no, I have not. I am only defining, not condemning. Adolescence is what it is. They will always be a confused, conforming-rebellious, easily manipulated brand of human being. That’s not their fault. It is, rather, the need that makes them so vulnerable.

    The players straight from the pit of hell are the craven, soulless grown-ups who prey on the vulnerable, players like the doctors who cynically poisoned this girl’s body without so much as a shrug. As long as they got their paycheck for it. That is the abomination.

  6. Rather than seeking out former trans kids, adolescents, and adults many parents of gender dysphoric kids avoid those of us who experienced gender dysphoria and resolved it or learned to manage it. They disparage and dismiss us and listen to trans activists who encourage parents to transition children despite the fact that the vast majority of children will have their gender dysphoria resolve during puberty. This indicates that these parents have either been brainwashed by trans activists or are far more interested in pushing an agenda than helping their children onto a path of healing.