Yes. Wrong-sex pronouns can be so, so damaging in various ways. And potentially quite genuinely, deeply offensive to women themselves.
I mean, I rationalise it above, but I now feel it, too, and that feeling honestly gets stronger day by day as the tribunals and BBC news reports and revelations of long-term statistical damage to our already-grossly-neglected 51% of the population roll on by.
Wrong-sex pronouns are beginning to feel not just unsettling but viscerally wrong and distressing. In many contexts, like this one, they're a gut-punch reminder of how little recognition women have and how vulnerable we are - it feels very much like being put in our place: "He says he's like you, therefore he is. What you think is irrelevant. No debate." And it's also a reminder of how vulnerable society itself is to whatever the next harmful movement driven by loud, aggressive voices may be. If the idea that not only can we change sex, but that we can be sacked for denying this can become this embedded, this rapidly - if there can actually be an ongoing supreme court case right now addressing whether women even have the right to their own word and collective identity - then anything (it truly does feel like anything) could take root in the future. I understand now how Salem and Mao and McCarthyism etc. can happen, and I understand now that they'll happen again, and again, and again.
I'm avoiding using wrong-sex pronouns at all myself now. There are some things that are just unsayable or undoable if you want to hold on to a sense of self, and faith in that self. I can't - like, pretty much physically can't! - swear at a shop assistant, or drop litter (I know!), or graffiti a wall... and I increasingly can't use wrong-sex pronouns. They stick in my throat, and can stay with me months afterwards as this guilty feeling of betrayal of everything that I believe in and am.
If anyone thinks that's hyperbolic, ask yourselves why it's any less valid than "Mr."'s feelings above.
The real irony is that I wouldn't feel this way or anything remotely close to it but for our national institutions' - the BBC, NHS, Civil Service's etc. - embrace of this ideology. If they'd shown balance, and empathy, taken a more open, democratic approach, then I think I'd still be conceding wrong-sex pronouns in some cases. As it is, precisely because of their unquestioning enforcement of this, the authoritarian, misogynist implications of this movement have become clear, and left me appalled at the thought of being complicit in it.
It's desperately upsetting, really, and not just in terms of the damage to women. I actually want to be in a position where using wrong-sex pronouns can be an act of gentle courtesy that costs me nothing while meaning everything to a vulnerable individual. I want that to be true, and to be able to do it! But the very movement that's fought so hard for me to do this has itself prevented me from doing so. I just can't be a part of it as long as it's wreaking the damage it is to women's rights and freedom of speech.
NB My policy now is same-sex pronouns where sex is relevant and women are otherwise potentially negatively impacted (whether on an individual or collective level) and neutral otherwise - "they", or the name. I won't misgender indiscriminately, and feel uncomfortable doing so unless there's clear evidence of male advantage being simultaneously exploited and disguised eg. in crime/sport. It's simple, really: I don't want to cause harm, to dysphoric individuals or to women. So when society recognises the harm being doing to women, I may feel I can, for my part, afford to concede more as I'd wish - although never again with the good faith with which I once said "Trans women are women" shortly before being inducted into this debate.
(And you know what? Even back then, without knowing an iota of what I do now, when I said it, it felt a little like I was giving something up. It felt so uncomfortable. I just didn't know what and how much I was giving up, but I should have listened to that gut feeling. Be Kind silenced it, but it wasn't being kind to me, or to my kind).