Comparing Jax (TADC) to Bojack (Bojack Horseman) is not only misguided, but flat out an insult to trauma survivors. Jax was not responsible for anyone's death. He was trafficked, neglected, and abandoned by people he thought cared about him and he emotionally isolated himself as a result, so much so that his psyche had to split itself in order to cope with that grief. Bojack, on the other hand, ROUTINELY steps all over other people's boundaries, literally has sex with an underage girl on her parent's boat when her mother rejects him, and consistently chooses his own ego and self pity to justify his actions. Jax is canonically around 22-24 years old. Bojack is a 40-something washed up "comedian" who is so obsessed with his own narcissistic delusions that he very deliberately sabotages other people's lives, relationships, and is the least responsible person in the fucking show and deliberately REFUSES to take accountability for anything he does because he thinks that his problems outweigh the damage he intentionally inflicts upon others. Abstraction in The Amazing Digital Circus is NOT death. The writing of the show alludes to the fact that someone CAN be brought back from that state, but it depends on the person. Ribbit and Kaufmo were serial bullies. They mock Jax's mannerisms, way of speaking, and repeatedly took advantage of his friendship and willingness to forgive them. The bedroom scene in The Last Act was Jax's last fucking cry for help to someone who he thought was his best friend and she made it fucking weird. He let himself be vulnerable and in return she objectified his trauma and took it as a sign that he wanted to be physically/sexually intimate with her which is the LAST FUCKING THING HE WANTED IN THAT SITUATION. That's why he started to shut everyone out. I relate to Jax because he's one of the most accurate on screen depictions of what neglect can do to a person like me. That's why the conversation around whether Jax is trans or not rings hollow to me, because it doesn't matter. I'm trans, disabled, unemployed, and am under constant stress from complete strangers who think I'm a threat and "playing nice" has never stopped people from routinely disregarding my own comfort and boundaries for the sake of validating their own rigid worldview. In fact, being "out" of the proverbial closet has made it WORSE. Y'all have no idea what I've been through. You saw a depiction of someone crying out for help and laughed at him when that is HIS worst fucking fear. So sit with that, because I'm so fucking dejected and hurt by how me, my partner, and my friends have been treated this past month because of idiots with Tik Tok brain and "straight man cancer" (Hong Fincher, 2018). I can't keep sharing my knowledge and experiences for free just to have them denied and invalidated by people who think I can't have possibly suffered in my 30 years of life in this social cesspool of ignorance and greed. Read books. Get off the fucking internet. Touch grass. Hug your friends. Stop sexualizing people's trauma, because it's killing them.