I have a niece who began identifying as a 13 year old boy a few years ago. She has changed her name twice now, from Alexis to Max, from Max to Icarus. I predict that when she enters her twenties that she will no longer want to be called Icarus and change her name for a third time.
Her parents began unschooling her when she was young and she consumed a lot of YouTube, watching influencers who identify and promote such lifestyles. Part of unschooling is finding out what your child is interested in and educating them through their interests. So they began taking their daughter to prıde parades before she decided she was a boy. I used to joke that my sister-in-law wanted nothing more than to have a lęsbian daughter and a trąns child (with their second daughter). Mother of the Year. But then their first daughter began identifying as trąns.
Then the pronouns became the thing. She goes by hım/thęy. And my Mom tried so hard to play the game, but one Easter gathering accidentally called her by the wrong pronoun and they would not talk to my Mom for nearly two years. And it was an honest mistake. My Mom was trying to play along, because my Mom does not want to lose them.
I am considered the family bígot, because I choose not to play along. I believe that this is a very sad situation and is either a form of mental illness at best or cult-like behavior at worst.
Thankfully, they started coming around again to visit my Mom, but they refuse to talk to the rest of the family. They say it is because they are still scared of the virus, even though they had already gotten it and survived it. Thankfully, my Brother and his Wife came to my Grandma’s Funeral (well, just out to the cemetery, but they showed up—with masks on, but they showed up).
I still love my Brother. I miss seeing him. I have forgiven all of them in my heart for things that they have said and done to me personally, but I disagree with their religion (and it is a religion).
The difference, however, between their religion and my religion is that I can still get along with individuals who disagree with me. I would much rather them come around and tell their children that I am their crazy, bígot Uncle than for them to never have known me and me them. I show my kids pictures of their Uncle, Aunt, and cousins and tell them that they exist, but that they choose not to come to family gatherings, but that some day they might, and that is a good thing.
Going back to your original question, yes, we are living in a world of inversion. And if you do not go along with this nonsense, then you are considered hateful by design. However, as I mentioned, there are individuals within their own cult who are starting to realize that maybe this has gotten a bit ridiculous. And what once felt like a welcoming community for outcasts has become more like a religious cult.