One day I got a call from the school psychologist who said Bekah had talked about suicide. Not long after that we switched her to another school where she claimed she was autistic.

After finally finishing high school, Bekah further delved into being a furry. Then she took a step further and she told us she born to be a man. We tried to be good parents, and we were not positive what to do but I will tell you this ... mental health/furry/trans seem to be connected.

After school she moved out. Next thing, I am looking at my husband’s Amazon account and see something that made me wonder... who is buying these items and why? I asked my husband about the purchases while my mother-in-law was in the room and she gasped when she heard my question. She said the items were for someone getting a mastectomy. We knew who that was. I was devastated.

I still don't get how they let someone who is bi-polar have this kind of surgery. My mother-in-law took it upon herself to write Bekah and point out that she was born a girl and that God didn't make mistakes. In response to that letter, Bekah called and screamed at me. She said she never wanted to see or talk to me again. That was five years ago. Elias (yes, she changed her name) now lives in Chicago with her partner. I would give almost anything to talk to my child. Just to say “Hi, how are you?” “I love you and miss you!” but, truth be told, I am okay with the calmness of my life now.