|Even though we don’t know each other, I’m writing you today hoping you’ll help me stop the horror of what happened to me, from happening to other children and their parents.It all started when I was 11 years old and growing up in Northern California. I was growing embarrassed and confused once my body started changing.I was also shy and didn’t socialize easily – and I didn’t feel comfortable talking about any of this with my parents.But I found ‘friends’ on the internet who told me if I was uncomfortable with my body, I was probably a boy trapped in the wrong body.And the more I agreed with them, the more they celebrated me.I was getting the message loud and clear: if I was a girl who became a boy, I’d be valued and loved even more.Before long I was telling my parents I was transgender.They had no idea what to do.My poor parents were scared and desperate and took me to “experts” who convinced them that if they failed to act quickly, I would surely commit suicide.The gender clinic gave my parents an ultimatum: “Would you rather have a dead daughter or a living son?”Given those choices, my parents would have signed anything the doctors put in front of them if it meant “saving” me. When they signed those forms, it wasn’t informed parental consent. It was a desperate decision made under extreme duress.And so, at age 13, I was fast-tracked for medical transition from a girl into a boy.Will you help me fight so these radical doctors and hospitals can’t prey on another scared, confused, lonely child like they did me?The doctors started giving me weekly testosterone injections…they injected me with an experimental drug used to chemically castrate sex offenders……and finally, they removed my breasts in a radical double mastectomy.I was fifteen years old.And of course, none of this made me any happier or less confused.If you’re like most people I tell my story to… right about now you’re probably thinking, “HOW did it ever get this far?”And the answer is simple.The “experts” lied to my parents — and to me — every step of the way.They claimed I would never get “better” unless I medically transitioned – when the truth is that the vast majority of children who think they’re transgender grow out of it with absolutely no chemical or surgical intervention.They claimed their consent forms covered all the risks of pumping testosterone and puberty blockers into my 13-year-old body……while their forms left out dozens and dozens of known risks.They never told us that there isn’t one single scientific study on the effects these treatments have on young children.And they never, ever, were straight with me about what it would mean to let them remove my breasts.When I woke up from that surgery, I was shocked at how mangled my body was. And now years after the surgery, I still wear bandages every day to cover the oozing, unhealed scars.At age 18, I’m just beginning to understand what it will mean to never nurse my child — if I’ll ever be able to have children at all.For the rest of my life, my voice will sound like a man’s, my body will look like a boy’s, and who knows what cancers, cardiac problems, bone problems, and more are lurking around the corner.And my parents feel like they’ve failed me on every level imaginable.I can’t go back. I can’t change what happened.But I can change what happens to the THOUSANDS of kids just like me who are falling prey to the predatory transgender movement and unscrupulous abusive medical “experts.” And YOU can help me.More and more children are mutilated and abused every day.There’s even a doctor who advertises her mutilation surgeries on TikTok to draw young kids in.And it won’t stop until someone fights back.When I turned 18, I decided that someone would be me. I had no idea how I would do it, but I’d seen enough T.V. to know I needed a lawyer.I also didn’t know how hard it would be to find someone willing to take my case in liberal California. didn’t even know what a liberal was until they started slamming doors in my face!Finally, someone told me to call Harmeet Dhillon at the Center for American Liberty.