Things are starting to change. More and more people are beginning to see that the trans agenda is not the hill to die on.

My best friend growing up was one of the first people I knew to add pronouns to her bio. She runs a DEI company and proudly calls herself a social justice warrior. For years, I struggled to relate to her after my son went down the trans rabbit hole. […]

Then, there are my sisters. I was once incredibly close to them. But, after I told them what was happening with my son, everything changed. They treated me like I’d fallen into conspiracy theories. They were staunchly progressive, loyal Democrats, and refused to believe that “trans” might not be what we were told. […]

For a long time, I avoided them. My husband encouraged me to try again, to reconnect, and eventually, I decided he was right. I missed my family. So, I got in the car and drove eight hours to visit one of my sisters.

What happened during that visit left me speechless. At one point, she mentioned seeing gender-confused kids everywhere and said she was worried about what’s happening. Later, she casually added that she and our other two sisters had all left the Democratic Party and changed their registration to Independent. I could hardly believe it. I thought they’d be the last ones standing.

It’s strange to watch this shift happen. The same people who once defended the ideology so fiercely are quietly stepping away. […]

But families like mine can’t move on. We don’t get to delete what happened. Our children were the ones experimented on. We’ve watched them be harmed — sometimes irreparably — by an ideology that told them to destroy themselves to find themselves. There’s no undoing that. There’s no returning to “before.”

For the people who once believed, it’s a phase they can walk away from. For us, it’s a lifelong loss.

They can move on. We can’t.