WTH Norway? This is the second story about the transcult out of Norway in two days.
A gender clinician previously investigated twice by national medical authorities is yet again under scrutiny and is facing the possibility of losing his license to practice.
Dr. Esben Esther Pirelli Benestad, 73, who identifies as a “trans woman,” has recently been notified by the Norwegian Health Authority (NHA) that they are considering withdrawing his authorization to practice as a doctor, reportedly in response to complaints from other doctors over his tendency to bypass recommended medical protocols.
Benestad, a sexologist, trans activist, and Professor Emeritus at the University of Agder, is considered Norway’s most prominent transgender person. Previously known as Esben Benestad, he announced his decision to declare a female identity on a television program called En Anselse Rødt in 1994, and the official addition of the feminine alias “Esther Pirelli” was approved by local authorities in 2000.
Norway’s TV 2 recently noted that Benestad had a history of failing to refer patients to the National Treatment Service for Gender Incongruence (NBTK) at Oslo University’s Rikshospitalet, preferring instead to administer or recommend cross-sex hormones, surgeries, and puberty-blocking drugs to patients out of his private clinic without proper oversight – and in some cases, in violation of established medical guidelines.
Benestad was first investigated in 2004 by the NHA for providing puberty-blocking drugs to young boys under the age of 14 in violation of Norwegian law. In September 2003, Chief Medical Officer at Rikshospitalet, Arnt Jakobsen, wrote a letter to the medical authorities describing Benestad’s practices as questionable, and referred to a boy between the ages of 14 – 15 who had been given “female sex hormones.”
At the time, Benestad denied providing hormones to teens, but admitted to “delaying puberty” in children. During an interview conducted in November 2009, Benestad recalled being reported to health authorities after prescribing puberty-blocking drugs to a nine year-old boy on an experimental basis.
In 2008, Benestad was again reported to national health authorities for misconduct related to three female patients he had referred for radical mastectomies. Benestad had fabricated diagnoses of health conditions in order to bypass medical guidelines and secure the female patients the procedures. Their ages are not known.
During the course of the second investigation, Benestad boasted about evading medical policies and laughed that he could not be sent to prison, as law enforcement “would have trouble finding out what jail” to place him in.
“I have a warning hanging over my head. If I do this again, they’ll take my license away,” Benestad said, and added that he could still prescribe hormones, despite attempts to prevent him from doing so.
This May, it was revealed that a young patient being given cross-sex hormones by Benestad had committed suicide.
The parents of the minor, who chose to remain anonymous, gave permission to the media to publish on their experience. Speaking with Blikk Magazine, they explained that the youth was placed on drugs to halt puberty by National Treatment Service for Gender Incongruence (NBTK) at Rikshospitalet.
While on puberty blockers, the teen was also privately being administered hormones by Benestad, thereby undermining the NBTK’s policy banning cross-sex hormones for minors under the age of 16. Shortly after, the youth’s treatment was again overtaken by NBTK. Approximately four months later, the unnamed minor committed suicide.
The parents told Blikk that they did not oppose the transitioning of minors, and were instead concerned that their child’s death would lead to measures preventing other ‘trans teens’ from accessing ‘gender affirming’ medical procedures.
Regarding the most recent complaint into Benestad, Anne Myhr, a director at the Norwegian Health Authority, told TV 2 that she could not comment on the specifics of the investigation as it is currently pending. According to Myhr, Benestad was allotted the usual three-week deadline to provide a statement to the NHA, and medical authorities will decide whether or not to proceed with a formal investigation after Benestad’s response has been considered.
Benestad’s academic career spans two decades, with his primary focus being on paraphilias. Benestad has advocated for normalizing sexual fetishes and is largely credited with introducing the concept of “gender euphoria” as an alternative to “gender dysphoria.” Benestad is also a member of the World Professional Association for Transgender Health (WPATH) and has spoken at conferences hosted by the organization.
Benestad has advocated a theory of seven gender identities, one of which he calls the “Eunuch Gender.”
He was a speaker at a 2009 WPATH conference in Oslo where academics involved in a pedophilic and sadomasochistic fetish forum presented a concept of a eunuch gender identity which appears to have influenced Benestad’s own interest in the subject.
“There is an organized group called ‘Eunuch Genders,’ which are somatic males that want to remove their testicles because they they feel that those testicles aren’t them. Of course they are entitled to do that. I believe in self-determined gender,” Benestad said just months after the 2009 Oslo conference.
Christina Ellingsen, a Norwegian women’s rights campaigner, spoke to Reduxx on the investigation into Benestad’s license. She expressed hope that medical authorities would finally hold Benestad accountable for intentionally disregarding medical safeguarding policies.
“The entire field of trans health is seemingly pioneered by egomaniacs who will stop at nothing to legitimize their fetishes. Benestad is one example on a local level. But when WPATH allows men with castration fetishes to influence the standards of care used globally, Benestad is not the only bad apple. The whole industry is rotten and needs to be shut down,” Ellingsen says. “Norway has let Benestad off the hook several times in his career, but hopefully he will be held accountable this time.”
Ellingsen is the lead representative for Women’s Declaration International’s Norway chapter. Earlier this year, she revealed she was under investigation by law enforcement for a series of tweets asserting that men cannot be lesbians or mothers. If charged and convicted, Ellingsen faces up to three years in prison under Norway’s increasingly pro-gender ideology “hate crime” legislation.
“I hope the authorities are able to recognize the irreparable damage [Benestad] is enabling. Studies are beginning to reveal the high proportion of detransitioners who experience same-sex attraction. He is essentially authorized to conduct sterilizing medical experimentation on a vulnerable group, the majority of which being underage bisexual and lesbian women,” Ellingsen says. “These patients have a right to be protected against harm, and this right is currently being ignored, for seemingly no other reason than to accommodate a man who has very clearly turned his fetish into a career.”
In 2021, Benestad came under fire for requiring sexology students to attend a BDSM fetish club.
The club mandated a specific dress code of fetish gear, which one female student objected to and publicly criticized. Just months prior, Benestad presented a TED talk in Arendal wherein he compared being a fetishistic cross-dresser to being a member of a marginalized Indigenous community.
That same year, Benestad was awarded a gold medal for contributions to sexology and sexual health from the World Association for Sexual Health (WAS), where Benestad serves as Chair of the Transgender and Diversity Committee.
Reduxx reached out to health administrators at Oslo University’s Rikshospitalet for comment on the investigation into Benestad’s license, but did not receive a response in time for publication.
By Genevieve Gluck Genevieve is the Co-Founder of Reduxx, and the outlet's Chief Investigative Journalist with a focused interest in pornography, sexual predators, and fetish subcultures. She is the creator of the podcast Women's Voices, which features news commentary and interviews regarding women's rights.
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I have had chronic pain my entire life, and I fatigue easily. My mom told me pain was normal.
Last year I found out I never learned to walk correctly.
My legs and feet "fall asleep" or have pins and needles sensations often, a few times day at least, as well as in arms, shoulders, and hands multiple times a week. Less frequently thighs, bum, low back, neck and back of head.
My mom would always lecture me about how I needed to find out what was causing it, that I must be deficient in some vitamin or mineral. Nearly all of the causes are degenerative. I knew enough at 13 to know that if it never got worse it probably wasn't lethal.
My body was just quirky AF. I was immune to sprained ankles after all. I had both the tendency to fall and *not* get hurt. I had weird reflexes.
I discovered recently I have hypotonia. Possibly related to oxygen deprivation at birth.
Child development is my special interest. I would talk about developmental milestones and my mom would scoff, "I think I know what is so called "developmentally normal"! I have 6 kids, and you aren't the first."
I found notes from my brother and grandma a couple days ago. I couldn't sit up on my own or hold my own bottle until 9 months old...and didn't take my first step until I was 18 months (and I think that was cruising because I still remember relying on crawling until 3 years old).
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Still thinking about Nikto, and that anon ask I answered just a bit ago.
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Dissociation/Depersonalization, Unhealthy (not harmful) Coping Mechanisms, Codependence, Trauma/PTSD symptoms, Sexual Themes
After the hallway incident you’re a bit shaken. A life of a heavy burden, but your shoulders are used to the weight; you’re a medic. But what Nikto offered you in the hallway — no, not offered, but gave, devoted. It makes it hard to breathe.
You’re not sure if what he’s seeking (or perhaps found?) is solace or penance. You don’t think you have much say in the matter really. If God asked His disciples to stop worshipping, would they?
The comparison feels too bold, even in the privacy of your own mind. Smacks of narcissism and ego. You don’t feel powerful. You feel scared. Of what it means to hold this broken, burdened man in the palm of your hand, trying to keep all the pieces together without cutting yourself on them.
Don’t be so careless with your life, you told him.
He’s taken those words as religious creed. He doesn’t storm around corners, guns blazing anymore. Doesn’t drop from heart-stopping heights to stamp-sized targets. Hes not the first one out nor the last one in anymore — though he never lets you get out first or hop in transport last either.
Suppose that shouldn’t be a surprise.
He cares for his wounds now, too. Cleans and changes them regularly, doesn’t over exert them before they’ve healed. You’re so dizzy on pride in him that you kiss the front of his mask one day, telling him “thank you”.
He grunts in something that sounds almost like shock and shakes his head at you. You figure he doesn’t feel he deserves praise for doing as you’ve told him. You do it anyway.
Things start to settle into this new normal.
Until you can’t find him anywhere. He’s become your new shadow, another limb, and suddenly he’s gone like so much smoke. You’re both fresh off a rough, but successful mission. You’ve just finished a stint in the infirmary and your debrief. Usually hed take that time to clean off and change in privacy, back before you could miss him.
Where is he?
You find him bleeding in his room, trying to care for his own wounds. Mask off, shirt gone, a new knife wound added to his macabre collection. You scramble to his side and collapse at his feet, snatching the needle from his shaky, slippery hand.
“Don’t you ever—” you choke on the words, unusual tears welling. You’re a medic; you’re not allowed to cry during treatment. But all you see if Nikto and blood and—
“I am okay,” he says in that low, crackly voice. Gravel in a blender. “It is not bad.”
You swallow and don’t answer, can’t because you’ll start weeping into his wound. Just stitch him up, hands steady even as you sniffle and the rest of you trembles.
When it’s done, you start wiping away the excess, prepping a bandage. He’s so silent you can even hear him breathing, but you feel his eyes like a physical touch. Finally make yourself look up at him meet his piercing eyes.
“You come back to me from now on,” you say. Quiet, firm, fervent. “I don’t care what it is, you return to my side always.”
The silence stretches and stretches, and he just stares with that unfathomable gaze.
“Understand?” you insist.
“Yes.”
Those two commandments become that basis of his new existence. Nikto once thought he survived it all because he still had work to do. He was wrong; it was because he still hadn’t found his purpose at all.
He’s found you now though, and you are a demanding god. But not a cruel one
Your first commandment is atonement. This vessel requires so much work. Food and water and rest. Maintenance for every abrasion, upkeep to stay strong enough to stand at your side, to protect you. It is endless, bitter work. He doesn’t care for the labor itself, but it must be done.
It is made bearable with you.
Your second commandment is salvation. Your quiet chatter during meals, the lingering taste of your mouth on his water canteen. Your kind hands mending tears and holes, keeping whatever he is now whole and hale. Your company in the gym, on sparring mats, at his side at the gun range. The smell of your sweat past the mask, your laughter goading him into another round.
You let him sleep in your bed. Let him wake you with nightmares or memories. Keep him warm because this thing he inhabits doesn’t always remember it’s not dying anymore. You are so very alive, the realest thing in any room. Your touch is the only thing he can feel sometimes.
It takes him a long time to realize that his body (because it is a body you tell him, a living one that needs care) reacts to you.
That some mornings the press of you against him is especially sweet. That there’s more than relief and pride when you pin him down. That, at most points of the day, his body wants your touch for more than just grounding.
He’s hard most times that he’s with you, simply for the fact that you are there. And he is with you almost always.
(That it is not actually always grinds at him, niggles in the back of his mind. A sticking point. He wants it to be always, you with him at all times. Like when he used to wear a cross pendant.)
You notice, of course you do, sensitive to your most loyal devotee. He can’t tell if you’re offended, but you haven’t sent him away. Sometimes you flush and he thinks he’s certainly upset you, but for all he’s survived it would kill him to break your second commandment. And so he stays, even if he waits to be told to leave.
“Nikto?”
You never need to call his name, he is always listening. He likes the sound of it anyway. These syllables and sounds that have a meaning, that you use for him.
“Do you… want to do something about that?” you nod to his crotch. There’s a blatant bulge pressing at his tac pants. At some other time, he would probably would have found it uncomfortable.
“Do what?” he asks.
You shrug. “Get off? I could leave—“
“No.”
You blink but don’t seem surprised. “Do you want to just ignore it then?”
He shrugs a bit. There’s a flicker of amusement in your eyes. You like when he makes gestures. He tries to remember common ones, and when to do them, and tries them out for you. Though you never seem to mind his stillness either.
“It does not bother me.”
You hum, look like you’re going to go back to your tv show.
“Does it bother you?”
Your eyes dart up, mouth parting in surprise. You didn’t expect him to continue the topic. Neither did he.
“It doesn’t bother me,” you reply, tilting your head. “But if you want to do something about it, we can.”
We.
“We?”
“If… if you want me to do something… I would.”
He couldn’t ask that of you. Not ever. He’s not allowed to want anything of you when you’ve given him everything.
“No,” he says quietly finally. “Just ignore it.”
“Okay.” You smile at him, touch his hand. It is bare, mangled tattoos on display. He wishes he could feel it more. “Come snuggle in?”
Snuggle in.
Such a quaint turn of a phrase for a creature in your room, wearing a man’s face. He climbs in, shoes gone, mask gone. You wedge yourself against his side and he stares absently at the screen as you continue your show.
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“ratios a narcissist”
ok
a quick simple search into narcissism
that is what you get
let's focus on “lack of consideration for others” as if this man isn't literally called DOCTOR ratio
distribute knowledge
to the entire universe
lack of consideration for others?
again, the HIGHLIGHTED words
heals the universe
this motherfuckers got EIGHT DOCTORAL DEGREES
hell even screwllum said he was more like a medical doctor than a scholar
now “self centered”/egotistical
I've already made a post on this particular one before (technically) but no, he's not self centered because if he was he wouldn't be trying to distribute knowledge to everyone, he would be keeping it to himself like the genius society does (🤯) which is why nous hasn't payed any attention to him
“but he calls people stupid!!1!1!1”
he's talking about weaponized incompetence
those who refuse to learn, refuse to gain any more knowledge and simply just cannot be taught
he wants everyone to be smart, to be knowledgeable but if he can't teach them then yeah he'll call them a fucking idiot
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Got a comment saying my research on narcissism may be ableist.
I do my best to stick to non-biased, medical sources.
I've never said That Guy is evil. I don't think people with NPD are evil. Not all people with NPD are abusive.
That Guy fits I think it was all but one of the diagnostic criteria for NPD as stated in the DSM-V (which I know is not perfect or there wouldn't be five of them, but is the current medical standard), is abusive, and is abusive in a way that is well documented to be very specific to narcissists.
I'm not throwing the word around willy nilly like a tiktoker or relying only on Facebook reels (those videos do often come across as extremely biased and from a place of deep anger, so I don't put much faith in them).
If you have NPD and are NOT That Guy, then my posts are not about you. They're about one, specific, abusive, narcissistic asshole. The only negative adjective in that previous sentence is "abusive".
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That said I don't at all mind it being suggested that I consider the bias of my sources. That's an entirely reasonable request.
I do mind the assumption that I haven't already considered the bias of my resources. Just because I don't talk like a textbook doesn't mean I didn't actually read the textbook.
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