A Tragic Realization
This is a letter I wrote after seeing my son. I did not send it, out of fear of making our relationship even worse, but it captures my emotions upon realizing what estrogen had done to him.
Dear Son,
It has been seven months since I last saw you. You looked then just like I had at your age, but with darker hair. Now, after more than half a year of wrong-sex-hormones, you have changed.
Your personality is more assertive, you look to take better care of your appearance. Is that because it is a lie? Because you can no longer look presentable without caring about it?
You are brash and confident, like you are imitating your mother's powerful personality in a vain attempt to be more like her.
And you are like her. Looking at you now, after so long, I suddenly see it. I suddenly realize why this visit has been so uncanny. You no longer look like me, your brother, or any other man you know. You look just like your mother. You could be her daughter, but you are not. You will never be, though you have been deceived into believing you can be.
I will be waiting eagerly for you to return to us, in sanity, even though you reject your mother's and my attempts to bring you back.
I love you, hon. I always have and, even though you claim I do not, I always will. And so does your mother, who you obviously look up to so very much.
– Dad
It’s crazy the fervor with which they exude in their efforts to erase their past in order to convince themselves and their cult peers they “belong”. If they were addicted to drugs, alcohol, gambling, etc… people would understand our desperation and heartache and loss offering help to lead them out of this lifestyle. WHERE IS OUR HELP? The government now funds it and private industry feeds it! Communities hide away our children from us as “we are the enemy”. Where is the humanity in turning fetishes and fantasy into reality? That’s not true love. That’s not true compassion. That’s pure evil.
It has been a year since I have seen my son. We sent him money for his birthday and told him we loved him. Either he forgot or intentionally did not reach out on our birthdays or for Mother’s and Father’s Day. I guess this is the new norm. My husband and I will be visiting a daughter who lives within an hour of our son the end of this month. I have told my husband that he is free to go and try and visit our son but I cannot bear to do it. I do not think I have the stomach to see what the estrogen has done to him after a year. Also, he tries to speak with what he perceives as a woman’s high voice and it puts me in a rage. After seeing what our daughter has done to herself with testosterone, I am too traumatized to see anything more. My heart breaks for you, my friend.