In the old tarot parable, when the hermit reaches the mountaintop, she turns with her lantern and lights the way for those still climbing through the darkness behind her.
Your story is that lantern--lighting the way for all parents who are still climbing through the darkness behind you.
Dear One, your story fills me with hope. This is what you are giving us, the family members whose loved ones are captured still. I could never resent you in any way but rejoice with you! As the grandmother of three young adults living the life and the lie, I needed to read this amazing triumph for you and your beloved son. "It can happen!" sings my heart. Our God can work miracles today, and we are observing one in your family. Thank you for sharing, may the Lord continue to bless you and yours, and may He have mercy on us all. Love, Indio
That’s what I pray for everyday; a miracle for my daughter who’s been entrenched in this social contagion for about 8 years now (probably more). I pray for her epiphany, her salvation and her desistance; a miracle!
This is such a beautiful story, both in its content and its words. I too had the fantasy of the cottage in the woods with the trees and the bird feeders. I also share the loneliness of sitting with your child who needs psychological help but being unable to take her to a hospital because they do not offer the care she needs.
And I have held steadfast to the concept of miracles, hope, and magic.
Thank you for sharing your piece. I wish you and your son the very best.
Yes! And his even greater trick is even better: get people to think there is no God. Because when you think about it, if there is no God then we answer to no one.
I know your story; and I am so incredibly happy for you, and perhaps more importantly for your son. He found his way out of the abyss, with your beacon of light and wisdom as a guide.
Thank you for sharing & interesting to hear your voice as a survivor. I liked the honesty of this post & in particular that you said there is no magic answer for what might trigger detransition. As the 7 year mark approaches for me I have dread. I brace myself for the fact that it may come & go. I’ll hold on to hope & try not to weep with grief along the way
You should never feel like an outsider. Far from resentment, I think you will find, if you are ready to ask, that we parents will always understand the deep trauma we have all endured. It’s not even over when they come home. Your life, like ours, will never be the same. You will as always be welcome.
Truly, I'm ever so grateful you shared this with us. I read recently that hope is not just wishful thinking because hope is an intention. You hoping and planning for your son's return to "himself" for the day he would begin to reinhabit himself reminded me of the Prodigal Son parable from the Bible. It's been 9 years now. We said to our son that like the father in the parable we his parents would watch for his return. Careful study of this parable shows us the "son came to his senses" and that the father (parent) had anticipated his return and he spotted him "when he was still a long way off and his heart was filled with compassion." This is such good news! Please tell me did you ever build or locate the home you imagined you'd be able to provide for him when he returned? I'd love to make this home too, even though my son has been away for such a long time and his Dad isn't physically here on earth anymore.
Hearing of anyone surviving and leaving the trans cult is so heartening. Leave your guilt behind. I hope your son continues to thrive. I think your comment about letting him make his own mistakes and stepping back slightly are very valid.
My own son announced his "transition" in the fall of 2019. He still clings to the identity, but I see how miserable he is. I feel hollowed out, destroyed, all meaning in my life ended.
I actually really would appreciate hearing the specific path your son took, to return to the land of the living. Not because it's replicable, but to understand.
I to have prepared for a life where I will be ok. My cottage is by the sea - I will swim, make pottery, play music and have friends for dinner parties. Thank you for your hopeful story, it reminds me not to give up hope for my precious daughter. Anahera from NZ
In the old tarot parable, when the hermit reaches the mountaintop, she turns with her lantern and lights the way for those still climbing through the darkness behind her.
Your story is that lantern--lighting the way for all parents who are still climbing through the darkness behind you.
Dear One, your story fills me with hope. This is what you are giving us, the family members whose loved ones are captured still. I could never resent you in any way but rejoice with you! As the grandmother of three young adults living the life and the lie, I needed to read this amazing triumph for you and your beloved son. "It can happen!" sings my heart. Our God can work miracles today, and we are observing one in your family. Thank you for sharing, may the Lord continue to bless you and yours, and may He have mercy on us all. Love, Indio
I am truly so happy for you! Thank you for sharing and giving the rest of us parents some hope.
That’s what I pray for everyday; a miracle for my daughter who’s been entrenched in this social contagion for about 8 years now (probably more). I pray for her epiphany, her salvation and her desistance; a miracle!
Thank God your son is back.
This is such a beautiful story, both in its content and its words. I too had the fantasy of the cottage in the woods with the trees and the bird feeders. I also share the loneliness of sitting with your child who needs psychological help but being unable to take her to a hospital because they do not offer the care she needs.
And I have held steadfast to the concept of miracles, hope, and magic.
Thank you for sharing your piece. I wish you and your son the very best.
Yes! And his even greater trick is even better: get people to think there is no God. Because when you think about it, if there is no God then we answer to no one.
When you think about it, each of us is answerable to our own conscience--with or without any particular religion's goddess or god.
You are not a traitor, you are a survivor and an overcomer along with your son. I wish you both the best.
I know your story; and I am so incredibly happy for you, and perhaps more importantly for your son. He found his way out of the abyss, with your beacon of light and wisdom as a guide.
It definitely leaves an indelible mark on our lives.
Thank you for sharing & interesting to hear your voice as a survivor. I liked the honesty of this post & in particular that you said there is no magic answer for what might trigger detransition. As the 7 year mark approaches for me I have dread. I brace myself for the fact that it may come & go. I’ll hold on to hope & try not to weep with grief along the way
Thanks for sharing. I’m so happy for you and your son. I continue to pray for that miracle for our daughter & your experience keeps me hopeful.
❤️🙏🕊️
You should never feel like an outsider. Far from resentment, I think you will find, if you are ready to ask, that we parents will always understand the deep trauma we have all endured. It’s not even over when they come home. Your life, like ours, will never be the same. You will as always be welcome.
Hear hear! 💯
Truly, I'm ever so grateful you shared this with us. I read recently that hope is not just wishful thinking because hope is an intention. You hoping and planning for your son's return to "himself" for the day he would begin to reinhabit himself reminded me of the Prodigal Son parable from the Bible. It's been 9 years now. We said to our son that like the father in the parable we his parents would watch for his return. Careful study of this parable shows us the "son came to his senses" and that the father (parent) had anticipated his return and he spotted him "when he was still a long way off and his heart was filled with compassion." This is such good news! Please tell me did you ever build or locate the home you imagined you'd be able to provide for him when he returned? I'd love to make this home too, even though my son has been away for such a long time and his Dad isn't physically here on earth anymore.
Thank you for writing this. Hearing that someone escaped the trans train is always good news.
Hearing of anyone surviving and leaving the trans cult is so heartening. Leave your guilt behind. I hope your son continues to thrive. I think your comment about letting him make his own mistakes and stepping back slightly are very valid.
My own son announced his "transition" in the fall of 2019. He still clings to the identity, but I see how miserable he is. I feel hollowed out, destroyed, all meaning in my life ended.
I actually really would appreciate hearing the specific path your son took, to return to the land of the living. Not because it's replicable, but to understand.
Please do not lose your sense of meaning in your life.
You are here. You are one of us.
That has meaning.
I to have prepared for a life where I will be ok. My cottage is by the sea - I will swim, make pottery, play music and have friends for dinner parties. Thank you for your hopeful story, it reminds me not to give up hope for my precious daughter. Anahera from NZ