Generational estrangement
Generational estrangement is a familiar concept for my wife and me. Our sons talk to us occasionally but not in any particular pattern. Although they are not transgender, their behavior is only a degree or so removed from it.
I have been so moved by PITT’s letters of fear, anger, worry, grief and sadness, I decided to accept an invitation from the author of “An Open Letter to a School Board Anywhere” to read it at my local board meeting.
Thank goodness I live in one of the 22 states that have a ban on transgender medicalization. My school board responded politely, which tells me I need to continue advocating for vigilance against harming children. Even in what appears to be a conservative district, awareness of the issue needs to grow, because the promotion of trans-ideology is so well funded and organized.
I have a suggestion that may turn the tide sooner if enough people follow it. Become more-involved citizens. Join two or more charitable groups unrelated to transgenderism. And find 55 people in those groups with whom you can be candid about something, even if it’s not the most burning issue in your life. This will help balance out the powerlessness you may feel in your gender-confused child’s life.
I promise you; I will be following this advice myself. Allow the increased dialog you experience as a result to move you into journaling or even authoring. Every book or journal page written is first for yourself, second for your social circle, and third for a broad audience.
Go in stages but get started now. The act of speaking generates endorphins in your nervous system. Share nature’s innate feel-good hormonal chemistry where you can, and avoid the traps of excess TV, excess social media, and excess alcohol or legalized cannabis. Over time, we will all regain our sense of country, family and self. God bless everyone reading this.
Thank you for your encouragement. My son succumbed to the "trans" cult during freshman year of college. He's 21 and has declined on every metric. It's heartbreaking for myself and my husband. I've written PITT essays, but your essay inspires me as a retired psychologist to consider writing an essay about the horror for a publication for mental health providers -- though who knows if any such publication would have the fortitude to publish the truth, despite the capture of the mental and medical health field, academia, and so many people it boggles my mind. I am beyond disillusioned with the world that allows the "trans" nightmare to destroy lives, shatter families, infiltrate women's spaces, and nullify women's sports.
I tried to speak about this at a support group for people whose loved ones committed suicide. My own son, on the autism spectrum, did so after succumbing to the lure of prescription drug fixes. When he pulled the trigger he was on five different drugs, each one prescribed to relieve the adverse symptoms of the prior. The first drug was marketed to him illegally, five years AFTER the makers paid half a billion fine for illegally marketing that same drug. The trans issue particularly bugs me because tho my son wasn't trans, those on the autism spectrum are disproportionately being butchered. When I tried to bring up the topic of 'gender affirming care' at the support meeting, which occurred in the room of a church whose lobby had LGBT material on display in the lobby, I was treated as if I'd just turned invisible. I was used to the treatment after 20 years of trying to speak about vax injured children. I've noticed the reactions I get when I try to speak of children whose genitals have been butchered are the same reactions I'd get when trying to speak of children horrifically maimed by childhood vaccines. Doesn't matter if it's online or irl. People just DO NOT WANT TO KNOW.