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PITT Parents #pratt #quack #sexist #transphobia pittparents.com

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.

Average Dad #transphobia #fundie pittparents.com

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!

Parents with Inconvenient Truths about Trans #transphobia pittparents.com

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.

jigsawjj #transphobia pittparents.com

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.

PITT Parents #pratt #transphobia pittparents.com

When you say deadname
Hate is the claim

For part of you, you wish dead
And everything you wish to shed

You don’t understand
I cannot hate you on command

When you say deadname, you see gender
This is something I cannot render

When you say deadname, I see you
An infant swaddled and feelings I never knew

I see your handwriting
And thoughts you were citing

I see your stocking hung by the tree
Your eyes with wonder, bright as can be

I see your tears in a project, proudly on display
Among many lined up in the hallway

I see you in bed, cozy and warm, hair a mess
And your mind at rest

So you see, this is what I see
Please don’t hate me

I see your friend standing at the door
Asking for you to go and explore

I see your bravery, growth and strength
Standing on the risers though your voice may shake

I see a reel of your birthday cakes
And my heart aches

I see your struggles, joy and pain on stage
As a gaze upon the graduation page

So you see, this is what I see
Please don’t hate me

Others say I am mean
How can that be?

They can’t see you
The way that I do

From the moment I knew of you, till beyond time
I love all of you, how is that a crime?

I don’t blame you for their lie
They told you, change your name or die

So you see, this is what I see
Please don’t hate me

Then, now, and forever
My love will not end, not ever

Love,
Mom

Parents with Inconvenient Truths about Trans #transphobia pittparents.com

…. a time when many children are being taught that, if their parents disagree with them, their parents are “toxic.” That if parents try to guide them, they are “controlling.” That if parents set limits, they are being “oppressive.”

But almost nobody talks about the other side.

Nobody talks about the sleepless nights. The silent sacrifices. The weight a father and a mother carry when they are trying to prepare a child for a world they know will show no mercy.

Because the world is not a Discord group.

The world is not a classroom where everyone validates your feelings.

The world demands. The world tests. The world does not protect.

And that is exactly why parents try to prepare their children.

There is a huge difference between abuse and guidance. Between rejection and concern. Between control and responsibility.

Parents are not trying to destroy their child. They are trying to protect something the child may not yet fully understand: their own future.

The greatest irony of all this is that the same society that teaches young people to distrust their parents is the same society that will not be there when they fall.

But parents… they remain.

Even after the slammed doors.

Even after the harsh words.

Even after being called ignorant, outdated, or toxic.

Because the true love of a father and a mother does not operate on approval. It operates on commitment.

Maybe the question that needs to be asked is not: “Why don’t my parents agree with me?”

Maybe the more mature question is: “What do they see that I still cannot see?”

[…]

Parents are not perfect. They make mistakes. They are learning too. But most of the time, behind firmness there is fear. Fear of seeing their child suffer. Fear of seeing their child take paths that lead to pain.

And maybe the greatest tragedy of this generation is not the difference of ideas…

But how easily they are cutting ties with the ones who would give their lives for them.

ITT Parents #transphobia pittparents.com

Nina: by trans logic. if it is deadname, then police need to be involved to investigate the person who killed and replaced....

can there be a word more a stab to parents? i do not think so

Vanessa: That's my beef with the whole, "would you rather have a trans child or a dead one?" Well basically this new persona has "Killed" my child as he supposedly no longer exists. Hearing the phrase deadname for the first time was absolutely a stab in the heart.

Nina: the constant suicide threats just demonstrate the abusiveness of the relationship trans offer, eh. And they are ripping off the dead kid or a kid with sex knowledge/safe sex devices from the early aids decades

Mother’s Grim: You have beautifully expressed the fight. It is not David versus Goliath. It is:

Mom versus Deadname.

Behind "deadname" is not anyone's child. With that one word, the child is now belongs to THEM.