Also, Dungeons and Dragons -huge red flag. I realize that D&D can in theory be an innocent game, but there is an undeniable connection[to being Trans]. Oh, and if your child gets the blue IKEA shark - HUGE red flag.
What the trans community has not grasped yet is that when a child transitions, they are in actuality killing the first child, hence dead name. If your child is old enough, you are under no obligation to care for them. My child transitioned as adult and it took me several years to figure out that the person who replaced my son, is nothing like my son . I didn't give birth to that person, I didn't raise that person, and I am under no obligation to care for that person. She essentially killed my son.
Learn from my mistakes. Look out for these signs in your kids, and maybe you can save them from trans.
1. An objection to being gendered properly. As happened back in December 2023, and several times after, our son refused to agree to any statement that referred to him as a male. This may seem obvious, but in the moment it is not.
2. Getting extremely emotional and intransigent whenever trans is brought up. As happened to us in March 2024. Don’t assume they are just deluded into being “allies”.
3. Changing political beliefs, especially to the extremes. As I discovered in July 2024, my son rapidly descended into an extreme form of socialist anarchism. This kind of turmoil is common in those struggling with identity and confused about their own gender. Don’t assume that just because your child has always had common sense, has always seen the good in both sides, that they will continue to do so.
4. Sudden intensifications of mental health issues. As happened to my son in December 2024, often trans will be very hard on someone’s mental health, and will worsen preexisting conditions, even the ones they later claim trans helped them fix! They won’t see reason on this, in my experience.
5. Hormonal imbalances. As my family saw in March 2025, they may be chemically induced. If your son in particular is often wearing hoodies, and self-conscious about their chest, and it seems to be growing gynecomastia all of a sudden for no reason, be concerned. Do not allow him to wear hoodies when the weather would not permit it, so that you can catch potential cases of trans early.
Unchangeable political beliefs. As we discovered in August 2025, our son had become intransigent on the issue of national defense, and refused to see reason, even when we point out that many of our family members are employed by the DoD. If your child refuses to be openminded politically, that may be a sign that they are a part of a new cult such as trans.
[Parents addressing a transgender son]
You have been very firm in continuing to put yourself first; however, we have not put ourselves, our family, or our marriage first. You may have heard this from us before: we did not get married to have you; you are a result of our love and marriage. We must begin to put ourselves, our marriage, and our health first after so long.
We are not able to continue the emotional toll this has taken on our family and must make the unfortunate and truly heartbreaking decision to sever our ties.
Please begin to explore options for alternate housing during all breaks, including this Spring break and Summer. Additionally, it is fortunate that you are being paid very well for your research work for it will now need to be used for your college expenses including tuition, room and board, books, groceries, and personal expenses. We will continue to keep you on our health care through the end of this month. You may stay on the family plan for your phone until such time as you decide that it is another expense to take on. However, we will not be able to continue your coverage on our car insurance as we cannot have you as a liability when you are on testosterone and subject to its unpredictable effect on your cognitive and emotional state.
Lastly, if you have any items in the house that you want, please let us know in advance and we will have them ready for pick up at the door in a bag.
We are heartbroken and grieving that it has come to this—our worst nightmare is to no longer have you in our lives. However, we have put you first for so long that we cannot proceed any further. It is time for us to move forward with our lives. While you may not see it right now or for a very long time, we love you more than you know and will never stop loving, hoping, and praying for you.
We long for the day when we can welcome you back—with open arms and hearts—to our family as our daughter.
This is not my child, this young "woman" who sits before me, with "her" beautiful voice, "hEr" women's denim jacket she stole from "HeR" loving "girl"friend, "HER [sic]" beautiful face. It can't be! But it is. It is not my daughter but my eldest SON, sitting there before me, in the guise of the girl I always thought I wanted but never got. But he is not a real woman, no, not at all! I should find it grotesque, horrifying, this young boy turned by cross-sex hormones and time into a facsimile of a beautiful young woman. Everything about the way he looks, the way he talks, sounding just like any actual young woman, the way people unknowingly call him "her," the synthetic-estrogen-induced gynocomastia on his chest that looks just like healthy breasts, that so many women his age choose to cut off! I should scream, I should want to tear my eyes out at the terrible sight before me, and I do, but I cannot. I cannot help myself; I find him the most beautiful thing in the world. I hear strangers refer to him, my male son, as a woman. But I cannot bring myself to do more than patiently watch, than gently push back in quiet moments, than never to affirm but never quite to do more than gently encourage desistance. I cannot bring myself to do the right thing. The so-called "transgender ideology" that these supposed "trans-identified people" espouse is so vile, it perverts my mother's love for my son into implicitly submitting to it!
Some days my little hon's happier than I have seen him in years. Other days he is miserable. I worry that that is preventing me from giving him the help he deserves, but I try my best when he is happy. When he is happy, I cannot help but be happy for him, even though I know it is wrong, it is really hurting him. When I see his feminine appearance, in all respects like a tall woman, only just the smallest amount like the obvious men in dresses I am used to seeing, I can't help but love him. I should find it grotesque, even more so because he is so convincing in his disguise. That is what it is, after all. But I cannot. I cannot help but love my child, even when that love gets in the way of TRULY LOVING him. It makes me sick.
My son uninvited us to his graduation because he had his new name being announced . He told us he wasn't going so we had no invite either. But guess what there he was on the live stream that I watched to see his classmates being honoured. He found out through me being on his linked in to see if this was really how he was going into his career as a teacher that I knew that he had lied. He called me in tears saying he didn't understand what a graduation was all about until he heard the other graduates families cheering for them . He apologized. But guess what ? He had not done a legal name change so he had to apply for a "real " graduation diploma certificate in his given name!! Hallelujah!! The joke was on him. He has now registered in his real name and he is stuck with it unless he makes a lot of effort to legally change it. He has no money or time to do so .
(Context: a Mom on PITT throws a temper tantrum because her son is dating a Trans Woman. In the comments one person post an emoji of tea and a CD and someone else asks what that means.)
T[ea]CD is an acronym. It stands for TIMs Cannot Drive, which is a reference to the invalidation of trans identifying people’s driver’s licenses in Kansas this year. The invalidation happened overnight, so they couldn’t drive themselves to the DMV to get a replacement, which was a good idea. It’s clearly unsafe to allow someone to drive with a false gender marker. This raises the point I think jackie was trying to make: “if it’s unsafe to drive under a false gender marker, is it safe to date under one?” In short, this parent is not overreacting. If TIMs can’t be trusted to operate motor vehicles, they can’t date our sons. I’m not even sure if they should be allowed to use public transport. Maybe they can ride bicycles, so long as they are traditional bikes and not “e-bikes” (reminds me of e-cigs, not a fan)? Anyway, they definitely can’t date our children with or without a valid driver’s license.
"PRIDE" = "Pedophiles Rule In Democrat Environments", and,
"so-called "trans-women" are really MEN".
OK, ok, just getting warmed up here....
Seriously, "Genderites"? Really? I was hearing "Genderist(s)".
OK, go with both/either. Genderites. Genderists.
GENDERISM. You know, like all the other "isms", - socialism, communism, fascism, even capitalism....
As a BTW, whatever "spellcheck" or AI is at work in this comment box, LIKES "genderist", but doesn't like "genderite(s)". Genderite gets the red squiggle underline, but genderist doesn't....?
WHY can't so-called "trans-women" athletes just compete in the men's divisions?.....
[Meeting her son's transgender girlfriend]
I remember when she walked in the room, and I immediately realized that she was not really a she. I confess, this had been one of my biggest fears for my son, as much as it chagrins me to admit this to a group of parents who may feel responsible in some way for their kids being a part of this. I must reassure you that I have no ill-will whatsoever to this gentleman’s parents and, in fact, I wish them the best and their son a swift recovery. When I first realized who had entered my house, though, I confess I did not know what to do, and so I did nothing. I pretended that “she” was a she, even though he clearly was not. I acquiesced to the delusion for the entire time she was in our house, and it was only after she left with my son back to university that I finally worked up the courage to confront my son.
[...]
I immediately returned, leaving my husband at the hotel, and when I knocked on the door it was answered, not by my son, but by someone with longer hair, and makeup that made me at first fall for the illusion of womanhood. It was “Leah”, though his makeup made him look less disheveled and unkempt than last time I saw him. He called for my son, in a voice that was a crude approximation of a woman’s, and my son came, and screamed at me to “leave us alone!”. I confronted him about having this young man living with him without telling us, and he screamed, yes screamed, at me that “she [sic] is not [sic] a man, she [sic] is a beautiful [citation needed] woman [sic] who I love very much and if you can’t accept [sic] that, then you can leave”.
[...]
Since then, our son has only had very short, angry calls with us. He refuses to see reason and refuses to listen to us patiently explaining how his encouragement of this young man’s delusion is hurting, not just him, but our son as well. He refuses to listen. It pains me to know that my own son is so enthusiastically complicit in the destruction of someone’s beloved son, but at this point I am lost as to how to proceed.
"Trans" began in 2011. There were transsexuals long before then but they are entirely different. Were I a parent and I had a child announce this, I would handcuff her to a radiator and stomp her phone and give away her computer. But "trans" is a cult, it peaked in 2023 and is now fading out.
[...]
I am disgusted with the self-important brats that make up this cult. The passion of its supporters just astonishes me, I've lost several friends I would have sworn were smart enough to know better than accept this pile of lies.
In a few more years the cult will be gone, leaving some life-shortened breastless women and piss-dripping eunuchs. Almost all of them will be gay, in failing health, and completely unwanted.
We told our daughter several years ago that if she went down the medicalization route that we were not going to continue to pay for college. She’s been on T for a year and a half, and we let that slide. But now that she’s done “top surgery’ and texted to say that her legal name change is in process. We’ve had enough. We refuse to subsidize this madness any longer.
[...]
I wish to remain in contact with her but at what point will our boundaries as parents be respected? So many of you have no contact and my heart aches for you when I read your stories. That very real possibility scares the hell out of me. Thanks for reading my rant.
How do you love a son who continues to refer to himself as your daughter?
After almost no contact from our son for about three years, he recently reached out to my husband. He misses his family and he’s asking us again to affirm him so we can have some kind of relationship. It sounds like relationship at any cost, our cost, not his. His terms. Only his terms. He asks why we can’t belong to one of those churches who affirm trans people. (Because we cannot worship a false god, my son.)
[...]
Could I have lunch with him while looking at the harm he’s done to himself and manage to behave normally, choke back tears, eat one bite? Could I listen to his fake feminine voice when I remember so well the musical bass voice that could sing beautifully and mimic accents that kept me laughing for hours? Is that love….sitting across the table, policing my speech, hiding my heartbreak? Is there a way to love a son who is desperate for relationship yet will not concede that he’ll never be a woman? Is there a way to have a conversation with my son without fearing legal consequences because I used the name we gave him and the matching pronouns?
What does love look like? Currently, love doesn’t look like a visit home as we cannot risk his attempts at discipling his younger brothers or his niece in his new religion.
[Replying to a mother who objects to her 23-year-old son dating a trans woman]
I’m very sorry this has happened to you. Are you able to connect with your son’s boyfriend’s parents? You may want to explain that you don’t agree to this, and that you are NOT part of a glitter family.
When my daughter was groomed into the cult by her sick trans activist girlfriend I had a few words with her mother. She blocked me. I consider her the glitter family. You must ensure they don’t view you in such a way
my comment keeps getting deleted for some reason! let's try again...
what's so frustrating about this trans ideology discourse is that too many people are terrified to bring up that transgenderism was created by a particular group of people. look this up! transgenderism literally did not exist until the institute for sexual science was created by magnus hirschfeld in 1919, and this "institute" churned out book after book attempting to validate this disgusting ideology. it wasn't until 1933 when it was destroyed and its books were burned, and rightfully so. but unfortunately, the wrong sides triumphed after ww2, and this cancer that had been previously brought to the brink of extinction was allowed to flourish in the post-war wave of post-modern cultural marxism.
we need to stop being timid with our words and call them out. we need another wave of nationalism and fascism to stomp these disgusting pervs into the gutter and erase this blemish from society entirely, lest we allow our children to be corrupted by the slithering tentacles of cultural marxism. we MUST do what we can to secure the existence of our people and a future for our children.
Watching that video interview just made me tear up some and feel such anger and hopelessness for Trans people and their families. PITT parents largely knew all the data was wrong and yes it was never made public, anything that went against Trans was banned, people were banned, lost jobs, etc... like Covid if they did not get the jab/agree with Trans. Yes, do no harm, and so much was thrown out the window and trampled on to rush as many people into Trans as possible, still happens today. As if living such a massive lie about yourself will ever amount to anything enlightening is such a blasphemy. Trans was pushed so hard because almost everyone was so excited about a new sexual fetish that porn fueled sick perverted men could push onto all of society is absolutely sick. Truly one of the worst mental and sexual illnesses ever pushed onto society. My heart is broken again for all of this madness and the destruction it has done. All of it was totally unneeded had more people, like during covid, said NO!!!!!!!!!! That video of that young man is soul crushing! Affirmation Care destroyed him! Sick Demonic Monsters did this to him! I am so angry, ugh!
I may back up, but I won’t back down.
I’m back in the saddle, bouncin’ back into town.
I’ve been backing you up even as you back away,
but I’m no longer holdin’ back what I wanna say.
I’m a momma bear, baby; I ain’t gonna turn back.
So stop actin’ the fool and stop talkin’ smack.
You can’t back out of the deal you misread
or take back the propaganda that’s been swimmin’ in your head.
Back away from false accounts; remember how we care.
Back up your fake memories with what should be there.
Stop stabbin’ in the back the ones who love you most.
Just take a step back and self-diagnose.
If you won’t back away from these toxic lies,
I’ll stop holding back what I wanna let fly.
My love’s on the backburner, baby, that ain’t right.
I won’t go back on my word even if you backbite.
You know I got your back, baby. Now’s your chance
to turn back time and snap out of this trance.
Water off a duck’s back—that’s what this fight will be.
I’ll pat you on the back and forget you hated me.
You’re giving backseat driver, yapping at me what to do
but I’ve been livin’ for a minute and I’m comin’ back for you.
Sure, I want you back, baby, but my back’s against the wall,
so dial back your threats and tone down your gall.
Like the back of my hand, I know you oh so well.
I’ve been bendin’ over backwards to get outta this hell.
If I can’t get my girl back, I don’t know what I’ll do.
I got nothin’ to fall back on, no daughter without you.
I’ll be back to square one, back to the drawing board:
only photos to look back on and memories to hoard.
I promised to protect you and I’m coming back strong.
Cut back on self-hatred ‘cause you’re doing life wrong.
I know this drama dates way back to 2021,
but how ‘bout we back it up, pretend we’ve just begun?
Please dial back the Kool-Aid talk and back out of this cult.
I want you back for real, so come on and adult.
[Reply to a clearly satirical article about trans youth having their cheeks replaced with exposed metal plates]
Has your daughter been evaluated for autism? Her story seems super autistic to me. OTOH, maybe this is where the trans movement crashes and burns as a youth craze. Furries and therians entering the scene should have been enough. But now, the robot-girl is very close to performing the so-called "right-wing meme" of "I identify as an attack helicopter!"
Again, unbeknownst to us, the college our son attended was quite liberal – left of Berkeley where my husband went to college. He started a rock band and wrote some amazing music! He really seemed to come into his own. We fully supported him and his band as we truly saw his talent.
[...]
His band lost their drummer and ultimately found a new drummer who was transitioning from female to male. The band prided themselves as supporters of women’s rights and LBGTQ+ issues, and they soon had their “shtick”. I cautioned my son that he may want to reconsider this label if he really wants to get a career in music as this decision may limit the band’s appeal to a variety of audiences. My advice went unheeded. That was around the time he started to separate from our family.
Soon he showed up with painted nails. He had the LBGTQ+ flag hanging on the wall of his apartment. He pierced his ears and wore heart earrings – he told me he bought me the same earrings for my birthday so we could be “twins”. He brought a purse to an outing for my husband’s birthday with our daughter. The kicker was at a family dinner for my 60th birthday in 2024. My oldest brother asked me if my son’s band added a new girl member, as he had seen a recent video of a live performance. He said he thought she was really cute – and then realized it was our son dressed in drag.
[...]
Like all parents in this nightmare, we grieve every holiday and birthday. I grit my teeth and smile as my mom friends share the joyful news of their children getting their dream jobs, getting married, having babies. There is a gaping wound in me where our son had been, and it doesn’t take much to reignite the pain.
Recently I had emergency abdominal surgery which was life-threatening. Thankfully our daughter immediately came to support me and my husband through the surgery and my stay in the hospital. My son did not communicate with me at all during this time. Once back at home, I was finally able to feel all the emotions that I had put on hold so I could focus on getting healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital. I went to that dark place I go these days when I think about my son and his choices. I got angry – very angry that he was so caught in this self-absorbed, illogical ideology, he couldn’t send a text to let me know he was thinking of me, scared for me, sorry I had to go through this, etc. My husband let him know how much it hurt me; my son subsequently sent me this flowery, overly effusive text to let me know he and his friends were praying for me. The language was not my son’s voice – it sounded like some overly emotional female that didn’t know when enough was enough. It only deepened the wound.
My son isn't that tall but nonetheless is very masculine in build. He also has super thick dark brown hair all over his body. What he looks like while dressing and acting like a so called woman is simply absurd. He is so clearly a large build man trying to pass. It breaks my heart in a zillion pieces. But in addition to his ridiculous appearance it makes me sad for how he could look if he accepted how he was born. He would be so handsome and pleasant looking. I haven't seen my son with a manly haircut in 10 years. His long unkempt hair is past his elbows. On the rare occasion he ties his hair back (like for his brother's wedding when he agreed to wear men clothes) I just get so emotional. Because on a superficial level ( I know its just hair) I have my son back a little. The emotions are so hard to express. This all is profoundly sad.
The day started slowly. We arrived and I quickly noticed, though not consciously, a woman that I recognized but did not remember. She was tall, as are many of the girlfriends and wives of the men in my extended family, so I paid her no note. That was until I walked into the main room of the house and I saw someone else. Another woman, I thought at first, from behind, but then my son turned around. I recognized him immediately, even through the heavy makeup warping his looks. My heart dropped. I froze. He froze, like a deer in headlights, then, like a deer, he scurried away into the kitchen. I followed, not even bothering to alert my wife, who had not noticed him yet. In the kitchen I saw my son, with the “woman” I had seen earlier. Then I recognized him too, my son’s husband – his childhood boyfriend, also confused about his gender. My blood boiled. I went to them and they stopped their panicked conversation. I said their names, and their faces warped – my son’s in false sadness, his husband’s in fury.
I said that I missed them.
I said that my wife missed them.
I said they are still welcome with us.
They did not appreciate this. My son exploded. He had seen my PITT essay, had hated it and thought it was full of lies. I asked him to be kind. I reminded him that I am his father and it was a holiday. He went on a tirade saying he was a she, he was a lesbian, claiming I broke his “wife’s” trust, I broke his trust and closed by demanding respect including use of his chosen name and pronouns. He and his husband left and I rejoined my wife. She was angry at me for not telling her that her son was here, but she understood. She was hurt, too. Nobody, not one person who has not gone through this understands the pain that is felt by a parent of a “trans-identifying” kid.
Dear Elon - Welcome to the World's Worst Club
Since this essay was originally published in June of 2022, we can welcome several other celebrities with trans-identified kids to the club including, but not limited to: Charlize Theron, Robert De Niro, Dwyane Wade & Gabrielle Union, Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, Liev Schreiber and Naomi Watts. What is it about chemically castrating children that is so appealing to so many parents? PITT parents would like to understand.
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Welcome. Welcome to the sanity portal. There is only one way into this and that is almost always through children - usually your own. It was only a matter of time before we started to hear about more children, and more high profile parents like you. Not "adult trans offspring of famous people" but your children - kids, youths, young adults with healthy bodies.
And so, knowing that you are a science-based thinker and, having heard some interviews and having seen you dance, I fully expect you to nerd out and apply your scientific critical appraisal skills to this topic of "trans kids". And if that is the case, then I am hoping you look beyond the more obvious 'expertise' that will throw itself in your path.
I would give anything if my son were 16 again. I don't care what it took. Pulling him out of school, taking away internet, phones, etc. I would find a way to let him know how precious and perfect he already was. You have two more years that she is still under your control. Even if I had to move away. I don't care where to, I would do it. I would do anything and everything it took to help them see that there is no such thing as "trans," even if I had to physically restrain him. Thats no different to me than keeping him from running into the street as a toddler. If their minds aren't mature enough to listen to reason, then they'll be treated as such. Treat this like her life depends on it, because it does.
This is why I no longer feel admiration for desisters or detransitioners. The fact that they desist doesn’t change how cruel they were to us when they were in the trans phase. We have warned them at length. The truth is they put us through hell. Most of us parents have expressed concern and worry about their cult and got severely punished for it *by them*. After the true horrors we have been put through I see desisters and detransitioners who are still very narcissistic, many of them still don’t respect their parents. Even Keira Bell refuses to speak to her mother. There’s this awful woman Appleyard who hasn’t spoken to her poor mother for 14 years. They have no idea the hell they have put us through. This cult turns them into evil people. I need to move on. I can’t continue living like this. I can’t continue waiting for my daughter to see sense. I must live my life now
[Replying to the parent of a deceased transgender son]
And how utterly awful for your sons to eulogize your daughter with the incorrect pronouns. The "trans" horror preys on the family in insidious gut-wrenching ways. It's prompted me to consider the possibility of an outside evil force. Or maybe, humans just can be stupid and terrible. My bitterness is another aspect of what the "trans" horror does to people.
We were deemed abusive because we did not want our son harmed by hormones and surgery. We wanted him to go into adulthood healthy. That was our abuse.
But, the way I see it, the abuse is the other way around. We—the parents—are being abused. We have tried to stay calm and loving to see if our son can figure out the real truth. Meanwhile, our son was granted permission to treat his parents badly by the teachers and counselors at school. Our parenting was undermined by our child thinking that his parents don’t know best. Who taught this to him? The state has decided to take over raising our child…but who will be there when this kind of action doesn’t go well when he’s an adult. That’s right—only us, his parents.
Today, at the graduation ceremony, this abusive school called out the girl name as he walked up to get his diploma. That was not the picture I had in mind when he started school. My husband and I couldn’t even clap. We sat quietly, stunned. The school took his name away from us too. The school put his girl name in the yearbook. Will he regret this one day? We couldn’t stop it. We, the parents have no voice.
Another Father's Day with no thanks from my bearded breastless daughter, we miss you kiddo, come home, restore your family and your sanity.
My story started 12 years ago when my beloved husband was dying and our teenaged grandson brought us a little book that explained why "he had always felt different". It wasn't because he had been born to deficient, selfish unmarried parents, it wasn't because he was autistic, it wasn't because he had been abused by multiple stepparents and possibly by half-siblings. No, it was because "he was born in the wrong body." The psychologist who was treating two of his half-siblings had established that he, also, needed to transition to find the peace that he sought. "Buddy" is now 30 years old, and as far as I can discern is still living as a woman who plays games, has never held a job, or learned to drive and lives with his mother who works the system.
I saw a Seinfeld “behind the scenes” interview on dvd where Jerry is wearing a pink/blue/white polo shirt years before trans anything. So jarring to me. It was just a regular shirt but now the colors and pattern are “triggering”. Also my grandson came over with a button toy I. Rainbow colors and it made me flinch. He’s a 2year old. He should be playing with a rainbow, but this insidious ideology is in my brain.
Open your mind now and think your own thoughts;
stop parroting devious Instagram rot.
Can someone be born with the wrong DNA?
Will surgery sweep your confusion away?
And what if it’s fluid and you realize
you’re really a furry in human disguise?
Who will you marry and who will you date?
Do hot guys go out with small men named Kate?
I know that you’re certain and sure of yourself,
but what if this notion winds up on a shelf?
You’ll never convince me that you’re not a girl.
I’m macho compared to your pink princess pearls.
So, here’s what I desperately want you to see.
A girl’s the most glorious thing you can be.
Those doctors do not think they are kind. They don't care. As sooner we understand that the better. If it is necessary take him from the country and the computers (if it's possible go to China or a country that internet is high regulated). If he is older invite him for a vacation after organized everything. That is the way I will do it because fifteen years had passed and our children continue being harassed with all these new "ways" and we experienced a rise of the trans indoctrination. I was watching casually a movie the other day and I realized that a "she" was called "my son" by the Mother and "he" by the school principal. I recognize trans people just fine, and we have to do that, pay attention to the details. I was thinking that if the entertainment business and everything including video games and manga-anime used androgen and trans people as "normal" way of life, we are losing the battle. Immediately I stopped watching the movie, a thing we all can do when we recognized normalization of madness. It is different if the topic of the movie is the struggle of a confuse person regarding his or her acceptance of what she or he is, but outside that we don't need those characters in any action movie, or any movie at all, as another characters that also are now coming up in stories movies and don't add anything to the story line. Also I noticed that in ads, where men are cleaning and bathing the babies, of course men can do that if it is necessary as a woman can be a soldier but it is unrealistic that a woman can bit up a man in the same level of training. But I see that too, unrealistic scenes where I guess they want to "empower" women making women trying to be men and doing things that men are better at doing. That reminds me the daughter of one of my friend that got into the army because she wanted to be strong ( and she is) but very soon she realized that is not like in the movies. She was bitted a lot by men during practices and the army cannot do special treatment because you are a woman, that would be discriminatory so she learned soon enough her limitations, also she learned better ways to defend herself, extra techniques that men don't need to learn because of their strength. That is reality so let's keep it real every second. Yes! We are limited by nature and men cannot get pregnant!
As PITT parents we share your pain and agony, trans is one of the worst things ever foisted onto society, forcing your mom and dad to call you wrong pronouns and a new name. Trans is to humanity what Islam is to Christianity and the broader society, calling what is good, evil, calling what is evil, good, not creative, not building, not striving, not empowerment, not bettering yourself or anyone else, just pure decay, destruction and death. All I can do is keep hope alive for my daughter and yours, as I walk this cursed, sad, broken hearted, lonely road, pretty much alone. It's truly unbelievable, unimaginable. God help us all!
I miss your carefree laughter, the one in the natural, male timbre you have practiced to banish, and vanquished with the help of wrong-sex hormones.
I miss being able to look at you without cringing. Your artificially hairless face, long unruly hair, clothing that helps you flaunt the bodily effects of hormones that were never supposed to be taken for life - and by males - are stark reminders that you have rejected what Nature bestowed upon you.
I miss being free to call you by the name we so lovingly gave you; the classic essence of it, the maleness of it, the meaning of it; the name you threw away in a process that took a signature and a postage stamp. The name that defined you more than just superficially. The name that represents your true identity - no matter what you, and your blind supporters may believe.
And because I am not free to use the name you were born with…I miss calling you by a name that isn’t an endearment - the default I must resort to using, and have, for the past five years.
Sure, I occasionally indulge in the momentary fantasy of my daughter as a detransitioner, someone who came to her senses, and realized the whole attempt to play-act at being male is, at best, pointless folly, and, at worst, Guantanamo Bay level psychological and physical torture. But I don’t dwell in that place.
Besides, even thinking of my daughter as a detransitioner is still acknowledging that she’ll never not be someone touched by “trans,” just as an addict is always an addict. She’ll always be touched by trans - trans or detrans. I can no longer hope for my daughter to get out of this unscathed and just move on as if it never happened.
I have often felt losing my beautiful daughter to the caricature of the “man” she has become is like losing her to death without being able to even have a funeral.. There is no safe place to mourn the loss - especially in CA where we live.. We’re expected to celebrate “his” bravery or we’d be called out as transphobes.
I loved being his mom. I enjoyed raising him and felt so close to him. I loved him and I felt he loved me. We would have long talks, even friendly debates about things we saw differently. We played basketball together, watched Little Bear, went to the zoo, camping, picnics, bike rides, played games and had countless other special experiences that bonded and connected us. He was my little buddy.
Today, my heart is broken, my life is shattered. My boy is being erased by someone with a girl’s name. This new person has taken his place. “She” is different and not like my son at all. As transition has progressed, my son has faded away and slowly disappeared.
The face has changed; the voice is strange. Who is this person? “She” comes off as self-righteous and condescending. "She" is critical and accusatory. “She” pressures me to believe things I don’t believe and then calls me ignorant when I don’t conform. Is this normal and healthy? My precious, sweet boy is gone. I feel confused, bewildered, overwhelmed, and a profound sense of loss and grief.
My life will never be the same because my heart now has a huge void in it, and it aches. This cult affected my nephew, and the ripple effect tore through my entire family. This evil cult steals the identities of our loved ones, changes them, devours them. Holidays, birthdays, and special occasions are brutal to the families left behind. There is no comfort, no peace. The emptiness is so prevalent it is suffocating.
From an accident 10 months ago, I am handicapped so I had groceries delivered to my home the other day and the delivery person was a trans MTF. I was not shocked, just heavy-hearted. This young man, who was trying his best to look and act like a female, had shoulder length hair pulled back into a ponytail, small breasts protruded through his colorful shirt, and he wore light pink nail polish. I wanted to say something – but what could I possibly say?
I learned from Stephanie Winn Some Therapist Podcast #223 The HIV Money Trail...that Open Societies aka George Soros and Bill Gates Foundation and USAID under Obama sent billions of dollars across the world accelerating Trans ideology under guise of "Harm Reduction". Trans is so destructive, I cannot think of anything more destructive that people do willingly to themselves like this, to me it is beyond terrible drug addiction, and Soros, Gates, USAID did this purposely is just outrageous. Listen to this podcast just infuriating...."Harm Reduction" another terrible idea that includes Drug addiction, Trans, AIDS, outrageous. And the messages are not, love your body as is, drugs are bad, promiscuous and unnatural sex acts may not be good for you, no, it is just the opposite!
I woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare. Then I remembered it wasn’t a nightmare, but my new reality these days. The anger washed over me like a cold wave. I got up and splashed some water on my face, drank some coffee, straightened my back, and prepared for another day of dueling with my thoughts.
[some childhood story about a ride-on train that wouldn't work "as promised”]
And now you live in the same frustrating place.
You believe the promises adults are selling you for their financial and societal gain. You believe when other kids say that their train runs perfectly, even though you can see with your own eyes it is a mess. You are too smart not to observe the pieces of their train falling. Yet you continue to believe the promises of teachers who say, ‘if you just can learn the instructions well enough, it will work.’ You believe the promises of doctors who say, ‘if you just put enough magic medicine in the engine, it will run just how you want it to.’ You believe if you work on it long enough, it will become a reality. You believe you can fix your own train.
Because mentally you are the exact age of your trauma, you stay working on that train.
What you can’t believe is the hard truth that dad says, “it just won’t work, son.” He sees you working and working on this train trying to make it something it is not and he hopes you will stop and redirect your efforts to something more productive. You can’t be swayed by mom making you your favorite dinner, pointing out to you there are other things in life to appreciate and look forward to. You can’t believe your siblings when they tell you that the train is really just a figment of your imagination and, even though they support you in your train endeavors, they really are hoping you will just give up on it and come outside to play.
I carry the corpse of my son, the son he once was. Geeky, funny, talented. He could build anything. I also carry the corpse of who he could have been.
I carry the corpse of the old me, so naive and purpose driven. I see old pictures of her and feel nothing but pity. She doesn't know what's about to happen to her life and everyone she loves.
I carry the corpse of our old marriage. We were playful, forward-looking, project driven. We're still married, but it's not the same marriage. We've been forced to witness each other being hurt beyond comprehension.
I carry the corpses of all the relationships that have been broken or just faded away because of trans.
These corpses I carry everywhere I go and follow me with every task: to the grocery store, while gardening, going for a walk, meeting with "after" friends (who know nothing of my grief). On the outside, I suppose I look normal. Most days I go about my life carrying these corpses. (What choice do I have?) And then there are days, even 7.5 years later, where the weight is just too much. And the tears flow. And the anger screams out. And then I get up, corpses still clinging to me, and go on.