As parents we want our child to show responsibility, and we want to trust them. We spend every day for years showing them how to live, how to act, how to care for themselves, and how to treat others by setting the examples. When my daughter was a teenager, she was sneaky, defiant, rude, and withdrawn. I was so frustrated because I was a good mother and practiced what I preached, and I did not set these negative examples. She had been sexually abused, was being bullied, and she was using drugs and alcohol to cope. She did not care about her future as she was suffocating in her day-to-day miserable existence. It was very painful to watch her struggle. Therapy helped and then didn't. She finally dropped out of school and got away from the bullying. She got her GED and started taking classes at the city college. She finally found her courage and strength and marched on into the future to her own drummer. I am 100% sure that if transgender had been the "in-thing" and she had been exposed to it she would have dove into that rabbit hole headfirst without a second glance. I am grateful we were spared what all of you and even my own sister has gone through. I read these PITT stories, and I think about my nephew, and I remember how he acted and how he treated my sister and her husband. I still find it shocking that he actually got caught up in this cult, but he did. I enjoy your writing style, and I eagerly wait for the next chapter. There is, however, a sense of doom looming.
Computer gaming is something that I recognize was detrimental to me. It still soaks up a lot of my time. I am 66 years old now. We had no computers when i was a teenager. But there was board games. Monopoly, checkers, chess. And cribbage, backgammon, contact bridge. Now most of these games are harmless but I played to excess. I would go to weekend chess tournaments, travelling by bus to the chess club or school chess tournaments around the city. (Toronto Canada). I would stay up at midnight studying chess games from books.
When i was in high school an older student told me seriously, as he was visiting, that chess was a waste of time. Get a girl friend, play sports, whatever; that was his advice. I think he was right. I was socially awkward, i got into fights (physical, not verbal). I never socialized.
Things got worse when I entered university because then the world of computers opened up to me. I stayed long hours on campus so I could play on computer. I did poorly in my grades, almost failing.
While none of this relates directly to the trans contagion existing in today’s youth culture, I see a connection. I was unable to speak to people, I did not date at all, even into my 20’s and 30’s.
No partner now. I am more comfortable in social situations. About 1998 I moved to a neighborhood with a large proportion of religious people. It took a few years for me to get to know some of them. Mainly it happened because of two or three very friendly neighbors, who invited me to lunch with their families. Through the first lunches, I met other neighbors who in turn also invited me. I did not get along too well. Some of the neighbors made comments that for the first two years they knew me, i never talked. They also made fun of me because I had all kinds of rules that they considered absurd. For example, I would not eat soup in months June, July and August. I would not eat cherries. If I was invited to lunch I would ask if I could stay until 4 pm because I did not like bright sun. I used to walk around alone at night.
So many idiosyncracies. But the neighbors had kids and the kids used to fight each other. So i got invited to “increase the adult to child ratio”. The parents were worn out but the kids did not wear me out. If two kids were fighting the parents made me sit between the two kids, to keep them apart. I did not know at the time but some of them had serious problems. One was ADHD, but I thought she was completely normal. Her older sister used to pull her hair to annoy her. It was only 20 years later when she was in her mid twenties that she told me she is ADHD and has been taking medication all this time. I was shocked and upset when she told me and suddenly looking in hindsight some things started to make sense. I had the epiphany that she sat with me at weekend lunches because she was sad and somehow she knew instinctively we were somehow similar. I used to worry when she was 10 years old that she did not seem to have friends. And she was not reading books yet, so she was behind her grade level. I remember when i was in school i failed a reading comprehension test. I remember not having friends.
Currently i know three families in my neighborhood quite closely. There were some others who moved away but they email to me occasionally.
Part of my recovery is the idea that every character attribute can be a weakness or a strength. I still feel anger more often than I would like. But I channel it in constructive ways. I was very obese. I use anger to help me lose weight. I can be tough with myself. I practice intermittent fasting. I eat whole food that is very nutritious and I avoid pesticides and foods that cause allergies. My health has improved. I make sure I get the right amount of sleep. I have learned to sleep at night.
I did join and met a lot of people, but that stopped suddenly in 2020 with the covid 19 lockdown. Someone in the apartment building where i live got the covid, and we were not told who it was but because i lived in the same building I was put in quarantine for a time. I saw the police cars and ambulances that came to the building front entrance. I was allowed to go for groceries at special hours assigned for shopping. I had to report by phone every day to a nurse working with public health. I had to carry a special letter giving me permission to drive to my place of employment. And religious groups were all shut down. People could be arrested for attending prayer meetings. I was so angry about that. But what got me the worst was the school shutdown. It was eery silent and empty. I used to walk my neighbor’s dog before the lockdown, but then people said dogs and cats transmit the covid virus, so the dog walking stopped.
So out of this situation i stopped attending prayer meetings and never went back. I only visit my close friends in their homes. I have reverted to some of my old ways, which is why i am computer gaming again.
I do know bible from earlier years. I have difficulty reading so i learned from audio lessons i downloaded from internet. I used to play them in my car while driving to work. I would hear the same bible lesson 10 or 20 times until i felt i knew it, then start learning another. It was very useful to me because once i knew some verses, i could repeat the verses at my neighbor’s homes when i visited. It was a comfortable way for me to learn to talk to people. The neighbors began expecting me to give a verse and talk about it, but it was kind of funny because someone would always interrupt and go off on a tangent with their own ideas, and not let me finish.
This past weekend i visited on a saturday evening and started to tell about Balaam, how he rode a donkey and an angel stood in his way with an outstretched sword ready to kill him. The donkey could see the danger but to Balaam it was invisible. The donkey saved him by pushing to one side. The story goes on about how Balaam got angry at the animal but i never got to that part. The family I was visiting told me it was not a donkey, it was a mule. We argued about what animal was it really. So i gave up because that was not the point. The point I had wanted to make was sometimes people cannot see the danger right in front of them, and they get angry because of their own blindness to reality. I think that is a metaphor for kids not seeing danger in front of them.
I feel you were on the right path but were diverted by the enemy and his lies. If I were you I would get back to where you were going before that satanic diversion. You really seem to have a grasp on the Word, so don't be discouraged by others who cannot see the forest for the trees.
The details which the mother (?) notices are subtle but significant. When you love your child/husband you notice even small changes.... and she writes in sparse, accurate prose. It is all awful, but writing in clinical detail is so, so important. Thank you!
As parents we want our child to show responsibility, and we want to trust them. We spend every day for years showing them how to live, how to act, how to care for themselves, and how to treat others by setting the examples. When my daughter was a teenager, she was sneaky, defiant, rude, and withdrawn. I was so frustrated because I was a good mother and practiced what I preached, and I did not set these negative examples. She had been sexually abused, was being bullied, and she was using drugs and alcohol to cope. She did not care about her future as she was suffocating in her day-to-day miserable existence. It was very painful to watch her struggle. Therapy helped and then didn't. She finally dropped out of school and got away from the bullying. She got her GED and started taking classes at the city college. She finally found her courage and strength and marched on into the future to her own drummer. I am 100% sure that if transgender had been the "in-thing" and she had been exposed to it she would have dove into that rabbit hole headfirst without a second glance. I am grateful we were spared what all of you and even my own sister has gone through. I read these PITT stories, and I think about my nephew, and I remember how he acted and how he treated my sister and her husband. I still find it shocking that he actually got caught up in this cult, but he did. I enjoy your writing style, and I eagerly wait for the next chapter. There is, however, a sense of doom looming.
Computer gaming is something that I recognize was detrimental to me. It still soaks up a lot of my time. I am 66 years old now. We had no computers when i was a teenager. But there was board games. Monopoly, checkers, chess. And cribbage, backgammon, contact bridge. Now most of these games are harmless but I played to excess. I would go to weekend chess tournaments, travelling by bus to the chess club or school chess tournaments around the city. (Toronto Canada). I would stay up at midnight studying chess games from books.
When i was in high school an older student told me seriously, as he was visiting, that chess was a waste of time. Get a girl friend, play sports, whatever; that was his advice. I think he was right. I was socially awkward, i got into fights (physical, not verbal). I never socialized.
Things got worse when I entered university because then the world of computers opened up to me. I stayed long hours on campus so I could play on computer. I did poorly in my grades, almost failing.
While none of this relates directly to the trans contagion existing in today’s youth culture, I see a connection. I was unable to speak to people, I did not date at all, even into my 20’s and 30’s.
Alexander, what is your life like now? Do you have a partner and/or are you more comfortable in social situations?
No partner now. I am more comfortable in social situations. About 1998 I moved to a neighborhood with a large proportion of religious people. It took a few years for me to get to know some of them. Mainly it happened because of two or three very friendly neighbors, who invited me to lunch with their families. Through the first lunches, I met other neighbors who in turn also invited me. I did not get along too well. Some of the neighbors made comments that for the first two years they knew me, i never talked. They also made fun of me because I had all kinds of rules that they considered absurd. For example, I would not eat soup in months June, July and August. I would not eat cherries. If I was invited to lunch I would ask if I could stay until 4 pm because I did not like bright sun. I used to walk around alone at night.
So many idiosyncracies. But the neighbors had kids and the kids used to fight each other. So i got invited to “increase the adult to child ratio”. The parents were worn out but the kids did not wear me out. If two kids were fighting the parents made me sit between the two kids, to keep them apart. I did not know at the time but some of them had serious problems. One was ADHD, but I thought she was completely normal. Her older sister used to pull her hair to annoy her. It was only 20 years later when she was in her mid twenties that she told me she is ADHD and has been taking medication all this time. I was shocked and upset when she told me and suddenly looking in hindsight some things started to make sense. I had the epiphany that she sat with me at weekend lunches because she was sad and somehow she knew instinctively we were somehow similar. I used to worry when she was 10 years old that she did not seem to have friends. And she was not reading books yet, so she was behind her grade level. I remember when i was in school i failed a reading comprehension test. I remember not having friends.
Currently i know three families in my neighborhood quite closely. There were some others who moved away but they email to me occasionally.
Part of my recovery is the idea that every character attribute can be a weakness or a strength. I still feel anger more often than I would like. But I channel it in constructive ways. I was very obese. I use anger to help me lose weight. I can be tough with myself. I practice intermittent fasting. I eat whole food that is very nutritious and I avoid pesticides and foods that cause allergies. My health has improved. I make sure I get the right amount of sleep. I have learned to sleep at night.
You said that you moved to a neighborhood with many religious people, did you ever join a faith group? Have you ever read the Bible?
I did join and met a lot of people, but that stopped suddenly in 2020 with the covid 19 lockdown. Someone in the apartment building where i live got the covid, and we were not told who it was but because i lived in the same building I was put in quarantine for a time. I saw the police cars and ambulances that came to the building front entrance. I was allowed to go for groceries at special hours assigned for shopping. I had to report by phone every day to a nurse working with public health. I had to carry a special letter giving me permission to drive to my place of employment. And religious groups were all shut down. People could be arrested for attending prayer meetings. I was so angry about that. But what got me the worst was the school shutdown. It was eery silent and empty. I used to walk my neighbor’s dog before the lockdown, but then people said dogs and cats transmit the covid virus, so the dog walking stopped.
So out of this situation i stopped attending prayer meetings and never went back. I only visit my close friends in their homes. I have reverted to some of my old ways, which is why i am computer gaming again.
I do know bible from earlier years. I have difficulty reading so i learned from audio lessons i downloaded from internet. I used to play them in my car while driving to work. I would hear the same bible lesson 10 or 20 times until i felt i knew it, then start learning another. It was very useful to me because once i knew some verses, i could repeat the verses at my neighbor’s homes when i visited. It was a comfortable way for me to learn to talk to people. The neighbors began expecting me to give a verse and talk about it, but it was kind of funny because someone would always interrupt and go off on a tangent with their own ideas, and not let me finish.
This past weekend i visited on a saturday evening and started to tell about Balaam, how he rode a donkey and an angel stood in his way with an outstretched sword ready to kill him. The donkey could see the danger but to Balaam it was invisible. The donkey saved him by pushing to one side. The story goes on about how Balaam got angry at the animal but i never got to that part. The family I was visiting told me it was not a donkey, it was a mule. We argued about what animal was it really. So i gave up because that was not the point. The point I had wanted to make was sometimes people cannot see the danger right in front of them, and they get angry because of their own blindness to reality. I think that is a metaphor for kids not seeing danger in front of them.
I want to add, a big help to me was a book, title “Quiet. The power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking”. Author: Susan Cain
I feel you were on the right path but were diverted by the enemy and his lies. If I were you I would get back to where you were going before that satanic diversion. You really seem to have a grasp on the Word, so don't be discouraged by others who cannot see the forest for the trees.
The details which the mother (?) notices are subtle but significant. When you love your child/husband you notice even small changes.... and she writes in sparse, accurate prose. It is all awful, but writing in clinical detail is so, so important. Thank you!