One thing I've seen - presumably it's not uncommon elsewhere but specifically - among more trans people than I am comfortable recalling is the frustration/depression/desperation that comes from a personal Kobyoshi Maru. It becomes isolating because many of the people around you realize your fatalistic assessment of your life situation is actually correct, and those who DO try and pep you up with "it'll get better" and such like can only be read as entirely insincere. An example: I'm acquainted with a trans woman who lives in Tupelo, only met her IRL a couple of times but we're Facebook friends. I originally met her when I reconnected with a woman who was a teacher on the same hall as me in my previous life, my friend had taken her in because she literally had no where else to go. Coming out had aleianated her from her family and other than still having a job, she had no anchor. This person is at least 6'7", something like 350 (and that's more "defensive end" that empty fat) and....well...ugly for a female by any definition. She's convinced her life will never be tolerably happy and I'd be less than sincere if i tried to convince her otherwise. I *HURT* for her because no one deserves that shitty hand in life but I'm at an utter loss to how to have a relationship with someone who's deeply morose for perfectly valid reasons. As a side not, that's why I'm so very incensed by this current campaign to prevent kids from getting treatment to block puberty. What would her life have been like, and how much better, had she had that chance? And this is true of probably the majority of trans people (myself included) but some got a far worse hand than others. Back to Amaris, from what I know of her shit circumstances I grieve for her, and even more so now that I know she's stuck behind the mask on top of all the rest. But how do I say "It'll get better" when... will it tho?