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The only thing a stranger like me can say to a person like you, and it's not enough, is that *you are not crazy*. It is not you. You are sane. You are being driven crazy by *actually crazy people*. It's the term everyone hates now for being "overused," but you are being gaslit from every direction.

It's not you. You're sane. It's them.

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I'm the mom of a fabulous son -- brilliant, sensitive, inquisitive, charming, respectful, talented--whom I have lost to the Trans cult. I have lived where you are for over 19 years. All the dreams shattered. All the love returned with scathing hatred. Family disemboweled, shell-shocked. Marriage strained. Husband and younger siblings wounded and deprived, not only of my son's presence and love, but mine as well because I have been utterly lost in such a deep dark pit that I had nothing to give but surging tidal waves of grief. After the first 5-6 years of utter despair and frantic, piercing horror, I finally found some sanity return through spiritual counsel, aided in part by the fact that my son left home. After another 10 years of trying to keep some form of contact, some pitiful relationship, some tiny crack open for him to return, he declared with utter finality that we were to be permanently cut off. I have not heard from him in over 3 years.

Where am I in this journey through Hell? My days, although often richly blessed and sprinkled with the love and joy brought by my husband, children, grandchildren and friends, seem to have a perpetual undercurrent of darkness which I cannot quite bury. It is a grief without closure. In my life, I have lost parents, family and friends, I have had four miscarriages. All of these events, although deeply painful, were NOTHING compared to the daily, searing grief of living in TransWorld.

I have never shared any of this so publicly. Some of my extended family learned through an unrelated internet search (discovering my son's legal name change). A few very close friends know. I cannot bring myself to open this gaping, cavernous wound up to the world's view. But every day, it seems, I come closer to that possibility. Perhaps that is where I must go? Perhaps that is how the nightmare begins to end? How to find the strength? I only know the feeling of daily crucifixion. I am not a bigot. I am not hateful. I weep over the mutilated hearts and souls and bodies that this world somehow deems acceptable. How is it charity to condemn another person to a life of misery and loss and pain? But the world cannot hear that Truth, not yet, though it seems the light may be starting to break through tiny cracks in their armor.

What can I say to you, my suffering sister, which may give some hope?? I believe that the all-loving, all-knowing God sees and loves us far more than we can comprehend. I believe that He has made me the mother of this child because I am EXACTLY what my son needs: a mother who will NEVER stop praying for him, who will NEVER give up and allow the evil one to win. NEVER!!! Satan has trapped my son, but I will NEVER give him my life too. I believe with all my heart and soul that somewhere, deep inside of my son, there is still a tiny light flickering and that, someday, God will blast open all the shuttered windows of his soul and pour in healing, ignite a fire that will brighten the world, cast out the fear, and bring light to others. Will I live to see it? Maybe not. I do not look daily for his return to me any more. Occasionally, I dream that he walks into the room and hugs me and all is forgiven. It is a bittersweet dream. For now, I get up each day, keep breathing, putting one foot in front of the other, and looking for a way to find some joy in the life I have left.

DO NOT QUIT! Sounds trite, perhaps, but it is true: "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." This may be a long, long and very dark night, but the good God is all-faithful and will, somehow, turn this all to good. THANK YOU for writing, for putting into words what I know and feel, but couldn't write. We must be brave and share so that others may learn. I have learned so much from others in this journey though PITT. You are not alone. We are many more than legion!! May God use this army to defeat this evil cult once and for all.

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