Apparently I was an abusive mother

So, apparently, I was an abusive mother.

I was considered high risk pregnancy at 39 years old and suffered through hyperemesis gravidarum my entire pregnancy. I worked part-time as an RN, returning to work at 9 weeks postpartum. I nursed for 18 months, willingly, to make sure my baby was getting the best care.

I attended to my daughter physically and emotionally every day. She was kept fed, bathed, clothed—and most of all LOVED. She was given and enjoyed dance classes, piano lessons, swim lessons, and swim team. She played softball, and had numerous sleepovers and parties here at home with her dearest friends.

She was homeschooled and sent to private school. I paid for her tuition by working two jobs so sh,e could be in a Christian environment. We spent countless time together doing all the girlie things she wanted to do...shopping, mani pedis, hair cuts and expensive color, and picking out a prom dress together.

We talked and talked for hours and hours. I was there for her when boyfriends treated her shabbily and a best girlfriend betrayed her.

Over the years, I sat with her at many psychiatric appointments when she had profound depression and anxiety because she wanted me there.

I know I wasn't a perfect mom. No one is. But I loved and cared for my daughter—always—to the best of my ability.

Now, she is “Trans” and she has rewritten her entire upbringing—and recast me as the villain.

Apparently, I was abusive.

How can any parent survive this post-modern tragedy?