Detransition - consenting to a lie
I “consented” at 16. Now my throat is crushed, my singing voice is gone, sex feels like 5 % of what it should, and I’m facing surgeries for organs hormones destroyed. Teen consent to transition is a lie they call care.
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Atreuz, a detransitioned woman, recounts how teenage “consent” to testosterone left her with a crushed throat, destroyed singing voice, near-total loss of sexual pleasure, gallbladder removal, and ongoing ovarian cysts—harms she says were hidden by clinicians who framed transition as harmless. She argues the entire process was an experiment on naïve girls and that true informed consent was impossible because the risks were concealed.
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Atreuz, the speaker in the video “Detransition – consenting to a lie,” opens with a furious rebuttal to the idea that her teenage “consent” to transition permanently bound her to every consequence. She lists irreversible bodily harms she says she never agreed to: a throat she describes as “permanently crushed,” constant pain when speaking or swallowing anything but water, and the total loss of the singing voice she calls her “one natural God-given talent.” Every day of normal conversation, she warns, is paid for the next morning with what feels like “hell.” She then turns to the sexual and reproductive fallout. Atreuz recounts how clinicians allegedly minimized testosterone’s effects to “your voice will just get deeper” and “your clit will grow a little bit,” omitting, she says, that vaginal discharge, natural scent, and spontaneous arousal would vanish. Pleasure, once 100 %, now hovers around 5 %, rising only to about 20 % during partnered intimacy. This loss torments her, because she believes it denies her and any future husband the full sexual experience other couples take for granted. Systemic problems compound the personal ones. Atreuz attributes her gallbladder removal to “intense hormone fluctuation,” reports a cyst at her injection site that required a third surgery, and describes recurring ovarian cysts that leave her convalescing, dependent on others to change her surgical dressings. She insists these cascading complications are being hidden by trans peers who, she suspects, are “constantly in and out of the hospital” yet stay silent. Framing the entire medical pathway as “an experiment launched on naive, innocent teenage girls,” Atreuz argues that genuine informed consent was impossible. She believes that had she been given “just three more years” instead of starting treatment as a teenager, she would have avoided these lifelong injuries. Her closing declaration—“There is no such thing as consenting to a lie”—sums up her view that the consent she gave was based on deceptive or incomplete information, rendering it invalid.