Needs to be on suicide watch. Once the reality of having his junk cut off sinks in he’ll be approximately 20 times more likely that the typical depressed person to kill himself.
Mrs. Garrison: Hello doctor, looks like I need an abortion. [sits on the chair and puts his feet on the stirrups]
Doctor: ...an abortion?
Mrs. Garrison: Yeah, I’ve got one growing inside me. Now, are you gonna scramble its brains or just vacuum it out? [a nurse arrives and her jaw drops] ...If you want you can just scramble it and I’ll queef it out myself.
Doctor: Mmister Garrison-
Mrs. Garrison: [correcting him] Mrs. Garrison.
Doctor: Mmrs. Garrison, you can’t have an abortion.
Mrs. Garrison: Don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do with my body! [gets up, goes to the nurse, and hugs her] A woman has a right to choose!
Doctor: No, I mean you’re physically unable to have an abortion, because you can’t get pregnant.
Mrs. Garrison: But I missed my period.
Doctor: You can’t have periods either. [Mrs. Garrison looks surprised] You had a sex change, Mr. Garrison, but you don’t have ovaries or a womb. You don’t produce eggs.
Mrs. Garrison: [sits down] You mean, I’ll never know what it feels like to have a baby growing inside me and then scramble its brains and vacuum it out?
Doctor: N-that’s right.
Mrs. Garrison: But I paid five thousand dollars to be a woman. This would mean I I’m not really a woman. I... I’m just a... a I’m just a guy with a mutilated penis!
Doctor: Basically, yes.
Mrs. Garrison: ...Oh boy, do I feel like a jackass.
He was on one of the tabloid covers a few years ago.
Just looking at his eyes you could see he needed to be under care somewhere. It was right when all these “change” rumors started to hit the tabloids.
Right, he’s been going through the euphoria of transitioning, the attention , and now lastly his mutulating his privates.
Now that this has reached its end, all the mental issues will rise.
About half attempt suicide at least once.