It’s really weird at my house. If an anthropologist were looking through the window and secretly observing my family, he would be very confused. Why does the father use a male name for the son while the mother uses a female name? And everyone in the family goes along with this, like it’s completely normal?

My gender-addled adult son has been trapped in the trans nightmare for about a year and a half now. He’s a textbook case of ROGD, an “on the spectrum” kid who thinks that his discomfort with himself and the rest of the world is because he’s born in the wrong body. What nonsense. Yet his mother and younger sister “support” him in his “journey”. I don’t. I am the father who loves him and wants what’s best for him, so I don’t affirm what he’s doing to himself. I stay close to him - he still lives at home - but I don’t go along with the new name, the new pronouns and language, any of it. Meanwhile he’s not working, not going to school, doesn’t get out much, and just seems to be stuck in the game of life.

… So in our household, my wife affirms, and I don’t. It’s a problem and it’s escalating. My wife winces every time I use my son’s birth name. “You’re hurting him.” she yells. “Why can’t you accept him the way he is?” I’m hurting him? I do accept him, as him, she doesn’t. No one can change their sex. My wife should know that. The last few months I’ve been watching the slow transformation of my once-handsome son into something else, I’m not sure what. He’s hurting himself in ways he probably doesn’t yet know. He’s getting sick on cross-sex hormones but won’t acknowledge that those hormones are the cause of his sickness. He occasionally sees the classic “disturbed, close female friend” (a one-time girlfriend who says she’s also trans), and she likes to give him manicures. Really? Does he realize she’s treating him like a damn dress-up doll? Probably not.