I used to believe I owed my body to people to make them feel better about themselves, but then I came up with the suggestion "Why not date each other?" and apparently this was offensive because it wasn't "validating enough" and they weren't attracted to each other because they wanted a "real woman" (their words). That's when I started to peak. I was willing to date people I wasn't attracted to at all to keep them from killing themselves, but their personalities again and again made me not even want to be around them. Then I had the idea, "Why not date bi/pansexuals?" and apparently that wasn't validating enough either. They needed a "big tiddy nerdy goth lesbian mommy dom to dress them in diapers and feminize them, lock their penis in a cage" and they kept bringing it up every time they saw me. I wasn't into that at all (and was triggered by most of it due to childhood abuse) and their personalities showed such mental illness and entitlement I avoided them at social gatherings (most had diagnosed low functioning ASD, NPD, and BPD and were on disability and living with their parents despite being in their 40-60s because they couldn't get along with people well enough to stay employed), so I was a "snob" apparently because I only wanted to hang around OFAB people, when the truth is I only wanted to hang around people I got along with and who respected my boundaries, which excluded nearly all OMAB people, regardless of how they identify.

I feel really bad that they have a mental illness, but I'm not obligated to "fix" it with my body and time. If someone is having an acute emergency I will be there for them but I'm not going to be tricked into sexual assault again and again just because someone threatens suicide and our mutual friends pressure me.