I “detransitioned” once, because my, at the time, 14 year old daughter wanted “her dad”.

It was horrible. I very nearly drank myself to death.

She, and everyone except my mother, seemed pleased to have me be a drunken, drug-addled, man, rather than a sober, clean, happy, confident woman.

That was my, subjective, experience.

I am sober, clean, and 'as happy as if I had good sense’, living as, being, myself, Louise.

I can’t possibly know Peter’s journey, it is *his* journey. It would be extremely presumptuous of me to decide, from my arm-chair, what form other people’s journey should take.

Good luck Peter. 😍😘😇