Emily

Today is the hardest day of my life. One I have been fearing would come for the past seven years. Today I received the heartbreaking news that my estranged, trans-identified daughter took her life. She was only 19 years old.

She began her trans journey at the tender age of 12 with the support of her mother. Despite my best efforts, her mother and the trans ideology cult convinced her to fear me because I was not onboard with this madness. My daughter quickly turned against me and I found there was nothing I could do.

I exhausted every avenue to try to help my daughter. The court system basically agreed with me that her mother’s actions were deplorable but there was nothing they could do because, ultimately, it was my daughter’s decision. The courts could not force her to not “fear me.” The school system was made aware of the situation and, instead of helping, they restricted my access to her.

My daughter and I did have some brief contact during the first two years of her “trans” journey. This gave me a glimmer of hope for some form of reconciliation. I truly did my best to support her and try to understand her. But that was not enough. In January of 2020, with no explanation, she cut off all ties with me and blocked me from any form of communication. Other than occasional public encounters where she would go out of her way to avoid me, I have had no contact with her.

I found out only two years ago that she had started taking testosterone because they appeared on our insurance statements. I reached out to our family doctor to talk about it because I was very familiar with the dangers of this treatment protocol. That doctor refused to talk to me because my daughter was over the legal age of consent. I pleaded with the doctor’s receptionist to let me just discuss the dangers of cross-sex hormones for young women, not to address my daughter’s case specifically. They refused.

I have been praying for my daughter since the beginning of this nightmare. I have clung to the hope that she would move past this. The recent surge of detransitioners had fueled that hope. I was waiting for the day when she would contact me and say she realized that this was not the answer. I was ready to walk with her and support her thru her detrans journey.

Sadly, that hope was extinguished today. I would very much love to hear from others who have lived thru this and how they managed. I am heartbroken. I did not know that it was possible to hurt this much.