Ohio Bill would make LGBTQ Youth Healthcare a Felony

HB 513

Ohio GOP representatives Ron Hood and Bill Dean’s bill would result in untold suffering and death of LGBTQ minors.

An Ohio bill acted on at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic seeks to strip healthcare providers of their license’ and imprison them if they offer either sexual orientation counseling or gender-affirming healthcare to LGBTQ minors.

The bill, HB 513, filed by republicans Ron Hood and Bill Dean, referred to committee on March 10, 2020, would make this life-saving healthcare a felony punishable with a year in prison.

Rumors about this were first heard about in February, before the pandemic.


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The inexplicably titled “Vulnerable Child Protection Act” flys in the face of medical standards of care, the time-proven  gender-affirmative model of care for transgender youth which has been embraced by every major hospital in Ohio. These practices are a singular lifeline for transgender and gay youth who without such standards of care suffer from the nation’s highest suicide rate.

“Fix Society.”

This was Cincinnati’s Leelah Alcorn last wish before she jumped from an overpass on I-71 into the path of a truck in 2014. Leelah captured the empathy of the nation that cold Sunday morning, so desperate yet so young.

Carla, Leelah’s mother’ misguided understanding of Christianity killed her daughter the same as these Ohio Republicans’ will should they succeed in passing this law requiring deadly conversion ‘therapy’ of gender non -conforming and gay youth.

Unconscionable, yet they persist.

Their efforts could be rewarded with the unconscionable. Yet they persist in targeting gay and trans youth with laws which kill, in of all times, the pandemic.

Leelah’s evangelical mother immediately deleted her Tumblr account before she was cold and demanded that all traces of her suicide and her life be erased from the web.

That tyranny of her action had the opposite effect, instead, her mother helped to amplify the urgent desperation that Leelah gave her life for.

Since Leelah’s suicide her hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio has banned conversion therapy for minors on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity or expression as has Toledo, Columbus, Dayton, Athens, Lakewood, and Kent Ohio, 66 other cites, 20 states, the District of Columbia and Purto Rico.

Amy Walker published her suicide note in full here on Planet Transgender.

In remembrance of Leelah and in hopes that her life and death mean something we honor her dying wish and will share it again now.

Amy wrote, “In a heartbreaking and emotional suicide note teenager Leelah Alcorn pleads with the world to make sure that other transgender teens never have to go through the hell that drove her to take her own life.”

“Aged just seventeen, Leelah was a victim of insidious abuse and hatred based solely on the fact that she was transgender, but not from her peers, not from strangers, but from her own family.  People that were supposed to love her and care for her unconditionally put her through so much emotional torment that the only way she knew to stop it was to take her own life.”

“On Sunday Leelah left her home early in the morning and walked four miles to the Interstate 71 where she waited for a semi-truck to pass before stepping out in front of it.  Despite initial claims from her mother that it was an accident, Leelah had arranged for a suicide note to appear on her Tumblr blog ‘Satan’s Wifey’ in the event that she died.  The message it left was very clear.”

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

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