Update November 27, '22. I feel done. I had a breakthrough. After foregoing my plans to hang out with my husband for several days during the holiday, and rushing to my son across the country for a (real) crisis: homelessness and abuse, and having him confront and set an ultimatum about his name and pronouns, I wept, I screamed and cried …
Update November 27, '22. I feel done. I had a breakthrough. After foregoing my plans to hang out with my husband for several days during the holiday, and rushing to my son across the country for a (real) crisis: homelessness and abuse, and having him confront and set an ultimatum about his name and pronouns, I wept, I screamed and cried in my rental car. The next day, I told him I would use his name. I don't want to lose him. (see Anticlea's comment about Steve Hassan, cult expert regarding your kids know what you think. It's under Mama's discussion about pronouns below.) I did not agree to pronouns. He is living a very dangerous life, in other ways as well. He is 25. I cannot do anything else for him other than to love him. I am done. I know he knows I love him and he loves me. His friends have offered their affirming moms. He doesn't want their mom, he wants me. We were very close growing up. But, I realize now, what others have been telling me, and now I'm ready to accept it. Let him go. His choices, good or bad, are his, and so are the consequences, no matter how brutal. It feels like having a drug-addicted child. continued...
Update November 27, '22. I feel done. I had a breakthrough. After foregoing my plans to hang out with my husband for several days during the holiday, and rushing to my son across the country for a (real) crisis: homelessness and abuse, and having him confront and set an ultimatum about his name and pronouns, I wept, I screamed and cried in my rental car. The next day, I told him I would use his name. I don't want to lose him. (see Anticlea's comment about Steve Hassan, cult expert regarding your kids know what you think. It's under Mama's discussion about pronouns below.) I did not agree to pronouns. He is living a very dangerous life, in other ways as well. He is 25. I cannot do anything else for him other than to love him. I am done. I know he knows I love him and he loves me. His friends have offered their affirming moms. He doesn't want their mom, he wants me. We were very close growing up. But, I realize now, what others have been telling me, and now I'm ready to accept it. Let him go. His choices, good or bad, are his, and so are the consequences, no matter how brutal. It feels like having a drug-addicted child. continued...