The boss who fought tooth and nail to get HR to acknowledge my transness and change my name (and failed because HR was a bunch of cissexist jerks, but that's a story for a different day) was also extremely racist and would not have done nearly as much for me if she'd known I was mixed.
The teacher/coach who helped me work through some of my horrible depression was very openly one of those Catholics who despises queer people, and would not have helped if she'd known I was trans.
The psychiatrist who helped me get antipsychotics that allowed me to stabilize myself was disdainful of addicts; if she'd known I'd been one, she would not have prescribed anything to me.
You either die closeted or live long enough to see all of your heroes disown you, I guess.
The Catholic church does not allow religious burials for Catholics who die by suicide, unless the Vatican has given a special dispensation for it because "they weren't in their right mind".
But, uh. Listen. Most people who die by suicide are doing it because they have a really, really bad mental illness that's messing with their brain. Isn't that, like, the definition of not being in your right mind?
If I have an X as my gender marker, which binary gender am I allowed to marry according to the Catholic church?!?!?!?! IS MY RELATIONSHIP SANCTIONED BY THE POPE OR NOT?