How I Healed From Gender Dysphoria
Testosterone left me scarred, hairy and grieving. Real healing began only after I rejected the medical ‘fix’ and embraced my female body—art, nature and sisterhood beat any surgeon’s knife.
Resumen
Detransitioned lesbian Carol shares the concrete steps she took to recover from gender dysphoria after stopping testosterone four years ago. She credits listening to other detrans women, embracing radical feminism, purging male-centered media, creating vulva-themed art, joining small women-only support groups, and performing personal cleansing rituals for helping her accept her female body and find peace.
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Carol, a detransitioned lesbian who stopped testosterone almost four years ago, opens the video by explaining that while she is “moving on” from constant public discussion of her transition and detransition, she feels compelled to share—once and for all—how she actually healed from gender dysphoria. She emphasizes that she does not believe dysphoria is ever fully “cured,” but insists it can be “vastly improved.” Speaking from her specific position as a detransitioned lesbian, Carol frames the talk as a practical guide for other women like herself, outlining the concrete steps, communities, and mind-set shifts that helped her recover from both social and bodily dysphoria. The single most important step, Carol says, was seeking out and listening to other detransitioned lesbians. Hearing their stories gave her language for her own experience and offered tested strategies for recovery. Alongside that peer support, she immersed herself in second-wave (radical) feminism, which taught her that “nothing makes me a woman other than the fact that I was born a human female.” Engaging with this body of thought helped her reject the notion that clothing, mannerisms, or sexual orientation define womanhood and countered the gaslighting she felt when the outside world denied the misogyny she experienced daily. To distance herself from internalized maleness and male-centered culture, Carol undertook a year-long “purge.” She stopped listening to male singers, avoided male-violent media, and filled her leisure time with female-fronted music, games like Horizon Zero Dawn, and art that celebrated womanhood. She quit porn entirely, calling it detrimental to her mental health and sexual relationship with her wife. Replacing these influences, she began making tactile art—sculpting vulvas from air-dry clay, painting menstruation-themed pieces, and even leaving anonymous clay vulvas tucked into tree bark on local hiking trails—as a way to desensitize herself to the shame and disgust she had long felt toward her female anatomy. Carol also describes the value of private, women-only detransition support groups—about ten members, mostly lesbians—where women shared tips for coping with returning periods, body movement, and other triggers. Practical rituals helped: one woman took baths to watch her menstrual blood swirl “beautifully,” while Carol herself painted through cramps to reframe menstruation as a sign of health rather than failure. She recounts her own symbolic cleansing ritual after her last testosterone injection: shaving off all the hair growth produced by T, refusing thereafter to shave for anyone else’s comfort, and traveling alone to the Sierra Nevada mountains to apologize to the sequoias and wash herself in a cold river, an act she describes as spiritually “cleansing.” Finally, Carol urges radical acceptance: stop chasing societal approval and instead “find your people.” She reminds viewers that living authentically—as a “bush lesbian” who neither performs femininity nor seeks the male gaze—has become her daily source of strength. By focusing on what her body and mind can do, rather than what they lack, and by grounding herself in nature, art, and a feminist community of women who see her clearly, she has achieved the most peace with her female body she has ever known.