It’s Hard Not Being Believed
When you are the parent of an ROGD kid, you need a support system. Unfortunately, not everyone’s family is up to the task and, when that happens, the feeling of hurt and betrayal is overwhelming and all consuming.
In my case, my own sister does not believe me. She believes that “trans” could be innate and that it could apply to my son. When I first confided in her 3 years ago, she listened and was horrified. After a time though, she was unable to prioritize her loyalty to me and my son over what she was reading in the news. She judged my parenting, blamed me, and scolded me for my feelings. I was so hurt that I decided to drop the subject with her and, eventually, I stopped speaking to her about anything at all. Now we basically haven’t spoken in a year.
I asked her to read stuff from sources other than her normal television, but she won’t, like “The Cover up of the Biggest Medical Scandal of Our Time”, which explains things better than I can.
I also sent her this site of young adults who believed they were trans and were harmed—the stories are heartbreaking. There are thousands of Detransitioners who are now telling their stories. Most of these kids are either gay or autistic like mine.
She wants to believe what she watches on TV. She says there have always been trans people; she believes that gay and trans are similar situations. She says she didn’t need to read anything when our older sister told us about a mental condition with her son. I said you didn’t need to read anything because you accepted what she said, you believed her.
Below was written by a mom who’s story is no different than mine but she tells it well. I wish my sister would read these stories—if she believes them, maybe she’d finally believe me.
There are many gay writers trying to inform the world about what is happening. Perhaps she’d believe them?
My sister used to admire me and trust me, and I gave her no real reason to change her mind—other than my situation challenging her worldview in ways that made her uncomfortable—apparently more uncomfortable than estrangement with me?
Just like my son—I guess nothing I can say or do will open my sister’s eyes. Just like my son, it seems she is going to have to figure it out on her own. I hope that our family bonds will be strong enough to hold us together until then, so that one day we can be close again.
I find it takes a long time to properly think through the trans crisis. Harder if your moral compass is corrupted to a degree where truth is hard for one to grasp and stand firmly on. Even more difficult for people who have not been directly impacted by the trans craze by someone they genuinely love and truly want the best for. Which is typically children/parent relationships although siblings should want this as well but I see many siblings are not as close. It takes a great deal of empathy to grasp the trans craze of someone we love going through this if we ourselves are not directly affected by it. People who truly love me and truly want the best for me have no idea how terrible the trans craze affects my life, how could they? However, they do hurt along side with me trying to grasp the pain I feel with my Wife. Trans is a hand grenade thrown internally to every family, it is a great sickness and disease, the pain endures, parents do not understand why their child abandoned reason, themselves, their family, their society, their friends, their beliefs, their holidays, their birthdays, to mutilate their own bodies and take cross sex hormones to become some sort of new creation spawned by evil itself. The trans craze needs an exorcism of the strongest kind. My daughter has turned into quite a demon possessed person, breasts gone and bearded, hating the very family that doted on her and gave her the best of what they had to offer her. All the time we spent; training, raising, teaching, sharing, giving, sacrificing. For what? For this? God help us all stand for Truth and to not lie. I pray for strength and encouragement for us all!
This is one of my heartbreaks as well. My beloved little brother, a person with fancy degrees and status in the world afraid not to be woke. He vacillates between support and using ‘preferred’ pronouns in our conversations. He tells me to ‘move on’. I try to ‘explain’ and wonder with him if he ever considered agreeing with his daughters anorexia, agreeing she was fat and shouldn’t eat. His wife adding cute little faces as my son posts the number of days he’s been on HRT. I feel as if my son is on fire and they are getting out the marshmallows and graham crackers. My heart hurts so much and I totally understand your pain. 😢❤️