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Lynn Meagher's avatar

If words could heal, these are some that will do it. You have described my experience so well. I too watch my children’s former friends. I go to their weddings, their baby showers. I celebrate the happy moments that I will most likely never experience for myself. I avoid people that care but will never truly understand. How sacred is that space, the place where parents who have lived this gather, see ourselves in each other’s eyes, and say, I’m here. I will walk this with you.

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Feeling the very same sadness you have expressed.

My beautiful son, (early 20's), joined the cult last year. No discussion, no counselling. We had a couple of sporadic meetings with him since he moved out at the beginning of the year, but I cannot see him in his woman costume. It is akin to watching the train wreck. He says seeing us is also depressing and he can not do in person meetings. Our lack of affirmation has caused him to rant on his social media that we are cancelled, monsters, villains. He mocks us, as do those of his new "found family". The shallowness of his relationships with these people show. They squabble amongst themselves & discuss topics that keep them isolated form reality. This child of mine. How did he get to this place. How long can he live his life online before he has to step into the real world and make an account for the choices he has made, and right all those he has wronged.

The deep grief has led to me to low places and some day I'm not sure I will ever climb out of this mirk. Does peace ever come? or do we continue on like zombies, day in, day out. I know it is still early in the journey for us, perhaps that is why the grief is so intense. But I do hope to one day laugh spontaneously and think again of beautiful things. For now though, I am angry. I fight on twitter because I'm angry. That makes me exhausted too. I want peace. I crave peace. I want to wake up and not thinking about the gender cult that has gripped our children while the world sleeps. From a mum who misses her son.

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