I wrote this piece imagining that my son might feel this way some day, if he ever comes to realize what’s happened in his life and how far he’s been pulled away from who he truly was.
Very moving, thank you. So many people on this sub stack would love to receive a letter like this from their estranged son/daughter. Will our children who are caught up in this evil-cult ever really be free? Will they one day realize the deception, the lies, and the manipulation that this T-ideology played on their minds? I hope you will have a reconciliation with your son, and that he will speak words of wisdom, just like your letter. Truth. All of our children have been loved, but somehow they forget what that felt like and how deep our love was for them. So sad.
Beautiful and our prayers everyday to adult children to dig deep to see this truth. Thank you for writing this piece, praying for all of us in this nightmare.
Curiosity & exploring experiences outside what your family offer is to be human in young adulthood. As a parent, I understand the dream of wanting to see the boy I once knew in the man before me. Yet cannot honestly say I want things back to how they were. My son has changed. I have changed. Our family has changed. To go back to a time when we had connection wouldn't be real, as it dishonours the growth we all are now. Perhaps it's a dream of not taking our family for granted. The us Vs them morph into we walk together could not happen without that growth of understanding. Reconnection is acceptance & loving each other unconditionally. To look each other in the eye and say 'I see you' some one soul to the other.
Thank you for sharing with us. So much of your piece resonated with me and the situation with our son. You made me smile as I remembered my son’s love for Star Wars and superheroes too. Thank you!
The last time I saw my son in person, I asked him to look into my eyes to see the love I have for him, the concern, the compassion. He refused, could not bring himself to even look at my face. I think if he had, the tiniest of cracks might have begun to form in his ideology and the belief that we don’t love him. Instead of looking for the love in my eyes, he waited a few moments then looked at me and said, “Transphobia isn’t love.”🤦♀️
I wonder in the quiet moments, when he’s alone with no one to cheer him on in this false identity, when he’s lonely, does he ever look for the thread of love that connects us. I pray he finds it again. Until then we hold onto Hope, and we pray.
I have this same experience of my son refusing to see me. I once told him that I felt this was because he knew that if he saw me, his love for me would overshadow the current ideology he is believing.
Excellent point. Phobia is a fear. Transphobia is a very logical and reality based fear. Fear of the harm to your child, both physical and emotional. So yes, Transphobia is love.
You couldn't have said it better my friend. Everything you said about your son was exactly what happened in our home and the prodigal response down to the Star Wars, superhero and hanging with the wrong crowd and getting deceived. Also my prayer and many of ours on this site. Thanks be to God for the fellowship of the Spirit to guide and cheer us so that we can take all this grief with a quiet heart and cast our care on Him who cares for us.
I loved my son with all my heart. And now he and all those complicit with this horror have broken my heart. But I also soothe myself with imagining the durable thread of my love is still there deep inside my son, though tangled up in destructive delusions that seek to strangle HIM.
“Perhaps this gives words…” That it did! You just shared a clear telling of our son’s life! Maybe not birthday breakfast in bed but birthday pancakes with lots of whipped cream. May our children all find that thread back to the families who loved and cared for them and still desire to do so.
Very moving, thank you. So many people on this sub stack would love to receive a letter like this from their estranged son/daughter. Will our children who are caught up in this evil-cult ever really be free? Will they one day realize the deception, the lies, and the manipulation that this T-ideology played on their minds? I hope you will have a reconciliation with your son, and that he will speak words of wisdom, just like your letter. Truth. All of our children have been loved, but somehow they forget what that felt like and how deep our love was for them. So sad.
Beautiful and our prayers everyday to adult children to dig deep to see this truth. Thank you for writing this piece, praying for all of us in this nightmare.
Wesley Yang nails it:
https://x.com/wesyang/status/1936104745749336173?s=46&t=U7laPY1hHEa798qtlcpDpA
Where there is time there is hope. I keep telling myself this…
This is so beautiful. I hope the day that thread pulls him back home is very soon. Sending love to your family. ❤️
This is my prayer as well. Deep in my heart, I believe he will return.
Curiosity & exploring experiences outside what your family offer is to be human in young adulthood. As a parent, I understand the dream of wanting to see the boy I once knew in the man before me. Yet cannot honestly say I want things back to how they were. My son has changed. I have changed. Our family has changed. To go back to a time when we had connection wouldn't be real, as it dishonours the growth we all are now. Perhaps it's a dream of not taking our family for granted. The us Vs them morph into we walk together could not happen without that growth of understanding. Reconnection is acceptance & loving each other unconditionally. To look each other in the eye and say 'I see you' some one soul to the other.
Brilliant. I hope my son hears that voice too.
Your voice to Gods ears for all of us waiting to welcome them back to our families.
LOVE IT!!! Yes, this is exactly how I feel! Thank you!
I feel that some of our children won’t understand the degree of devastation until they’re parents. And even then, they may not admit it.
My son and many others devoured by the trans cultvhave been sterilized, so being a parent has been stolen from them.
Thank you for sharing with us. So much of your piece resonated with me and the situation with our son. You made me smile as I remembered my son’s love for Star Wars and superheroes too. Thank you!
The last time I saw my son in person, I asked him to look into my eyes to see the love I have for him, the concern, the compassion. He refused, could not bring himself to even look at my face. I think if he had, the tiniest of cracks might have begun to form in his ideology and the belief that we don’t love him. Instead of looking for the love in my eyes, he waited a few moments then looked at me and said, “Transphobia isn’t love.”🤦♀️
I wonder in the quiet moments, when he’s alone with no one to cheer him on in this false identity, when he’s lonely, does he ever look for the thread of love that connects us. I pray he finds it again. Until then we hold onto Hope, and we pray.
I have this same experience of my son refusing to see me. I once told him that I felt this was because he knew that if he saw me, his love for me would overshadow the current ideology he is believing.
Actually, "transphobia" is love. It's loving and sane to be afraid and hate evil.
Excellent point. Phobia is a fear. Transphobia is a very logical and reality based fear. Fear of the harm to your child, both physical and emotional. So yes, Transphobia is love.
I am praying for this to become your son's reality. God bless you all with truth.
You couldn't have said it better my friend. Everything you said about your son was exactly what happened in our home and the prodigal response down to the Star Wars, superhero and hanging with the wrong crowd and getting deceived. Also my prayer and many of ours on this site. Thanks be to God for the fellowship of the Spirit to guide and cheer us so that we can take all this grief with a quiet heart and cast our care on Him who cares for us.
I loved my son with all my heart. And now he and all those complicit with this horror have broken my heart. But I also soothe myself with imagining the durable thread of my love is still there deep inside my son, though tangled up in destructive delusions that seek to strangle HIM.
“Perhaps this gives words…” That it did! You just shared a clear telling of our son’s life! Maybe not birthday breakfast in bed but birthday pancakes with lots of whipped cream. May our children all find that thread back to the families who loved and cared for them and still desire to do so.