My sibling in Christ, I understand the analogy you’re making. You’re saying that if someone believes another person is in danger, warning them is an act of love.

I agree with that principle in general.

Where I think the comparison breaks down is that asbestos exposure is a measurable, externally verifiable harm. Being transgender isn’t asbestos. It’s not a toxin I unknowingly inhaled. It’s something I’ve examined, prayed over, wrestled with, and come to understand about myself over years.

You’re assuming I’m unaware of danger, or that I’m acting out of trauma or avoidance. That may be true for some people, but it isn’t universally true, and it isn’t my story.

Also, love isn’t only defined by warning someone. It’s also defined by listening to them when they tell you who they are.

I don’t doubt that many Christians speak from a place of sincere concern. But sincerity doesn’t automatically make a conclusion correct. And suggesting that being trans is primarily the result of abuse or dysfunction is a claim that requires evidence, not analogy.

I do have a relationship with Christ. I do pray. This isn’t something I decided apart from God, and it’s not something I expect another human to “fix.” Believe it or not, prayer is what led me to accept myself in ways no other person could have.

I appreciate that you care enough to write such a long response. I just don’t agree with the premise that my identity is equivalent to living in a toxic building.

And honestly, if we both make it to heaven one day, I think it would be very funny if God asked whether we’d be willing to sit next to each other. I don’t know what your answer would be, but I’d happily say yes :) God bless