This thread has been pulling at me because, no, I can't honestly say the whole peak trans problem has affected my mental health. I'm lucky to have one of the easiest lives on the planet, so I'm fairly insulated from feeling effects. And yet.
The whole trans thing, by which I mean the whole my-feelings-are-worth-way-more-than-yours, boiled up out of nowhere for me some five or six years ago. Like everybody concerned with truth, justice, and the whole nine yards, I assumed I was on the side of discriminated-against trans people.
But it was freaky how discrimination against me was unimportant to them. I might be on their side but they didn't seem to be on mine. At first I thought it was a misunderstanding. Then it struck me like the standard ton of bricks that the mtf transwomen were behaving just like all the other full-of-themselves, selfish men of my experience. So much for being truly women, I said to myself but not in the discussion because there wasn't any point talking to them.
Time went by and it just got worse. The female side of things was nowhere (with a few shining exceptions like Miranda Yardley and similar transpeople). The strident mtf transactivists were everywhere.
Not female-to-male interestingly enough. Just male-to-female. That was another red flag for me. Something was going on here besides equal rights for all.
The last surprise in this journey for me was the speed with which the transactivist, identity politics view took over the general mindset. Say what? 50% of the population counts for nothing?
And that's when the general appeal of the transactivists' ideas finally got through to me. They're saying the differences between men and women are real. What more could patriarchy want? Of course everybody fell all over themselves to line up on that side. So much better than learning to value all humans for what they are and painfully dismantling bigotry stone by bloody stone.
That's when the rage hit. Again. Like that marcher's sign: "I can't believe it's 2018 and I'm still protesting this shit."
Except that women can occupy a wider variety of jobs, we're going backward so fast it makes my heart hurt. Porn is orders of magnitude worse. Whole sets of "progressive" people try to imagine that prostitution isn't buying people, aka slavery. For a while there, it was cool to pretend that rape was a joke. The sex-segregation of clothing is back to 1950s levels. (All skin tight on one side, all bags on the other.) The dawning understanding that maybe women (and men) shouldn't be in all these stupid suffocating gender boxes seems to have evaporated right back to 1850s levels.
So, yes, the whole trans thing has had an effect on me. Not mental health exactly. But huge rage. That we've been robbed of our progress. That we have to fight the same battle over and over and over and over and over again. Enough already.