I wish I could hold your hand and hug you and give you the love you deserve. I wish we all could hold each other. The people facilitating this madness have betrayed all of us. Most politicians and businesses are driven by fear and greed or they just don’t care and dismiss us with their arrogant talking points. And, oh how they love to blame the mother. The mother has always been attacked but this is deep and the work of the insane monsters who are sick with power. They prey on the young. But, you know this which is why you’re full of sorrow. I’m there with you and I’ve turned to God. I pray to keep myself going. I am praying for you and all the lost children who we love so much. May God help us through this madness. You are loved and we are here still. You are also courageous for not giving in.
My 17yr old just told us she has a new passport in her new name. She's following the steps like good autistic trans. Good on her for her tenacity and commitment to what she believes is her utopia. It's our dystopia but she'll never understand that and so I think I've reached my limit. I can do no more. This is her story and she's written it already. 😭
I was there and am still here almost four years later. I thought the same as you. I’m still battling and loving her despite the name calling and hate then the opposite of that when I cry—she turns into a guru, a buddha almost because of the advice they give her. Your daughter won’t stop loving you completely until she actually dies, despite this dead name bull. She’s brainwashed. I am trying to reach out for help when I can’t pick myself up off the ground. You will need that too. We all need to network and care for each other then we need to fight back again and again. I don’t know where you live but she’s still under 18 for you so you have a little window to maybe do something different. I’m not sure what that could be because frankly, no one has the answers. We are living a dark age for sure. Stay with us. We will figure this out somehow.
She's leaving in September for college, so I really don't think there's anything more we can do except have a good summer for everyone's sake. We go on big holiday in a fortnight so she had to tell us about passport or she never would. I also don't expect to hear from her once she's left. 😒😢
Again, I cannot find words to describe how much I admire & dare I say hold love for you (parents & family members). Your sorrow is shared & I can never know (I’m not a parent) the depths of how deep your well travels.
Yes; I’m a therapist & have been working with families, parents, kids, teens… actually, everyone for over 25 years. After finishing Dr Grossman’s, Lost in Trans Nation, a year ago, I knew how I wanted to direct my energy & focus. True empathy, guidance, support for parents, siblings, family members watching their family bonds unravel with very little if any structure to try & contain the flying threads.
Mourning the loss of a child over and over again, each time you see them sounds like the definition of hell. Thank you for sharing your essay. Would it be better for you to cut and go, an honest question.
I live your life, with a long-estranged son. “Sorrow deepens its roots over time, sorrow spills into the past, sorrow lies waiting to pounce’. Yes, sadly, yes. My heart is with yours.
Thank you for your words. They are a good reminder. In the light of honesty, there were tines last year that I personally imagined my son dying would be deeply tragic but easier to deal with. It was so intensely difficult at one point that I quietly wished for it. I take that back now, I live my son and I m trying to navigate through this hell hole ideology that's wrecked our family, but i still love my son amd am glad he is still here so that there is a hope we come out of this. it was just really difficult at one point... still is, but learning to cope better now.
It's the worst ever. No-one understands how evil this is unless you are experiencing the profound loss, shame, shock, anger, confusion as someone gping through this... it hurts more than anything. Woth death, there is nothing but acceptance over time as you know nothing can bring them back, no matter how deep the pain. But with this, there IS hope... or is there??? You never really know, you never give up, but it is exhausting. Like a missing child, except noones is out there looking for your kid but you. I cannot emphasise how much I HATE this movement now.
Thanks for continuing to share. We are fighting a spiritual war of attrition, and all of us who persevere are benefitting future generations. God Bless.
What a beautiful, masterful piece of writing. Thankyou.
A personal comment: in 1976, aged 14, I intermittently believed myself transexual. I cooked the idea up on my own (from a few glimpses of the term here and there), no social media. I'll spare you my story - I'm not a transexual, I'm a gender non-conforming woman, not even a lesbian any more, just what used to be called a virago. Nothing the matter with that.
My point being: we live in the times that we live in. In the few decades between the 70s and now the entire western culture has been saturated with the myth of sex-changing. It is a fad independent of any particular home environment or set of parents. Reality, sanity has been betrayed. So - your grief for your son is an expression of your love for him, that's very clear.
All we can all do is fight, an inch at a time, for a turning of the culture towards reality. And that's especially hard, I think, because we don't quite know where younger generations have gone psychologically in their screen immersion and creation of identities that are unanchored to reality in any way.
Like any other humans in history we're very specifically shaped by our times. We're all learning a very hard lesson about what culture really is.
This piece brought me to tears. It summarizes what so many of us feel, this never-ending sorrow that seems to always throw us a new curveball around every corner. It is hard to stay positive reading stories like yours. I wonder how much one family can be asked to take on. I admire your courage and your love. I am praying for your health and for the health of everyone in your family.
As someone who is in the process of losing his only son to this absurd ideology, my heart goes to you. Like you, I feel helpless and sad and hope he will wake up to reality before it’s too late.
Thank you. A bit of activism and speaking the truth to anyone who is the least bit curious has been for me, the only thing that keeps the grief, sorrow and depression at bay.
We all feel your pain. It is heartbreaking to lose a child in any way, but to something so crazy and insidious? I know the feeling of missing our children in everything we do - but we mustn't give up and let this cult win everything. We all find out ways to cope. I have put all my energy into helping other parents, those whose kids who are still at home but grappling with this ideology. The parents live in fear 24 hours a day, watching their kids for signs that they are losing the battle. What a nightmare that is.
Your writing is utterly poignant and heartrending. To be human is to know sorrow, but for this specific sorrow there are often no words. I pray for your health and for your son.
Your essay stabs my heart. Your words and sentiments are a mirror to my own. My boy turned 26 this year. He told us never to contact him again two years ago, on Mother’s Day. My adult daughter is the only family member he contacts - and that has been two to three times a year. Like you, I understand that my loss is not equivalent to a child no longer alive. Seeing families in church, on television, or while shopping bring my utter sorrow to the surface. The agony is unbearable. I have immersed myself in stitching (needlepoint) so that it has become the focus nearly everyday. My friends and family understand it’s what I need to cope with the loss of my child. PITT essays validate my feelings and frustrations. It reminds me I am not alone and that our stories are eerily similar. ❤️
I wish I could hold your hand and hug you and give you the love you deserve. I wish we all could hold each other. The people facilitating this madness have betrayed all of us. Most politicians and businesses are driven by fear and greed or they just don’t care and dismiss us with their arrogant talking points. And, oh how they love to blame the mother. The mother has always been attacked but this is deep and the work of the insane monsters who are sick with power. They prey on the young. But, you know this which is why you’re full of sorrow. I’m there with you and I’ve turned to God. I pray to keep myself going. I am praying for you and all the lost children who we love so much. May God help us through this madness. You are loved and we are here still. You are also courageous for not giving in.
My 17yr old just told us she has a new passport in her new name. She's following the steps like good autistic trans. Good on her for her tenacity and commitment to what she believes is her utopia. It's our dystopia but she'll never understand that and so I think I've reached my limit. I can do no more. This is her story and she's written it already. 😭
I was there and am still here almost four years later. I thought the same as you. I’m still battling and loving her despite the name calling and hate then the opposite of that when I cry—she turns into a guru, a buddha almost because of the advice they give her. Your daughter won’t stop loving you completely until she actually dies, despite this dead name bull. She’s brainwashed. I am trying to reach out for help when I can’t pick myself up off the ground. You will need that too. We all need to network and care for each other then we need to fight back again and again. I don’t know where you live but she’s still under 18 for you so you have a little window to maybe do something different. I’m not sure what that could be because frankly, no one has the answers. We are living a dark age for sure. Stay with us. We will figure this out somehow.
We are in Scotransland so all access pass to glory 🙄
She's leaving in September for college, so I really don't think there's anything more we can do except have a good summer for everyone's sake. We go on big holiday in a fortnight so she had to tell us about passport or she never would. I also don't expect to hear from her once she's left. 😒😢
Again, I cannot find words to describe how much I admire & dare I say hold love for you (parents & family members). Your sorrow is shared & I can never know (I’m not a parent) the depths of how deep your well travels.
Not a parent and you understand? I’m so grateful. We need more of you.
Yes; I’m a therapist & have been working with families, parents, kids, teens… actually, everyone for over 25 years. After finishing Dr Grossman’s, Lost in Trans Nation, a year ago, I knew how I wanted to direct my energy & focus. True empathy, guidance, support for parents, siblings, family members watching their family bonds unravel with very little if any structure to try & contain the flying threads.
Mourning the loss of a child over and over again, each time you see them sounds like the definition of hell. Thank you for sharing your essay. Would it be better for you to cut and go, an honest question.
I live your life, with a long-estranged son. “Sorrow deepens its roots over time, sorrow spills into the past, sorrow lies waiting to pounce’. Yes, sadly, yes. My heart is with yours.
Thank you for your words. They are a good reminder. In the light of honesty, there were tines last year that I personally imagined my son dying would be deeply tragic but easier to deal with. It was so intensely difficult at one point that I quietly wished for it. I take that back now, I live my son and I m trying to navigate through this hell hole ideology that's wrecked our family, but i still love my son amd am glad he is still here so that there is a hope we come out of this. it was just really difficult at one point... still is, but learning to cope better now.
Same here. My daughter. My beautiful daughter destroyed by this.
I am sorry for you and for your daughter. Are you doing ok
Your writing has captured many of my own thoughts as our 21yo son is caught up in the idealogy too. Grieving for a child who is gone but still living😢
It's the worst ever. No-one understands how evil this is unless you are experiencing the profound loss, shame, shock, anger, confusion as someone gping through this... it hurts more than anything. Woth death, there is nothing but acceptance over time as you know nothing can bring them back, no matter how deep the pain. But with this, there IS hope... or is there??? You never really know, you never give up, but it is exhausting. Like a missing child, except noones is out there looking for your kid but you. I cannot emphasise how much I HATE this movement now.
Thanks for continuing to share. We are fighting a spiritual war of attrition, and all of us who persevere are benefitting future generations. God Bless.
What a beautiful, masterful piece of writing. Thankyou.
A personal comment: in 1976, aged 14, I intermittently believed myself transexual. I cooked the idea up on my own (from a few glimpses of the term here and there), no social media. I'll spare you my story - I'm not a transexual, I'm a gender non-conforming woman, not even a lesbian any more, just what used to be called a virago. Nothing the matter with that.
My point being: we live in the times that we live in. In the few decades between the 70s and now the entire western culture has been saturated with the myth of sex-changing. It is a fad independent of any particular home environment or set of parents. Reality, sanity has been betrayed. So - your grief for your son is an expression of your love for him, that's very clear.
All we can all do is fight, an inch at a time, for a turning of the culture towards reality. And that's especially hard, I think, because we don't quite know where younger generations have gone psychologically in their screen immersion and creation of identities that are unanchored to reality in any way.
Like any other humans in history we're very specifically shaped by our times. We're all learning a very hard lesson about what culture really is.
This piece brought me to tears. It summarizes what so many of us feel, this never-ending sorrow that seems to always throw us a new curveball around every corner. It is hard to stay positive reading stories like yours. I wonder how much one family can be asked to take on. I admire your courage and your love. I am praying for your health and for the health of everyone in your family.
As someone who is in the process of losing his only son to this absurd ideology, my heart goes to you. Like you, I feel helpless and sad and hope he will wake up to reality before it’s too late.
Thank you. A bit of activism and speaking the truth to anyone who is the least bit curious has been for me, the only thing that keeps the grief, sorrow and depression at bay.
Beautifully written.
We all feel your pain. It is heartbreaking to lose a child in any way, but to something so crazy and insidious? I know the feeling of missing our children in everything we do - but we mustn't give up and let this cult win everything. We all find out ways to cope. I have put all my energy into helping other parents, those whose kids who are still at home but grappling with this ideology. The parents live in fear 24 hours a day, watching their kids for signs that they are losing the battle. What a nightmare that is.
Your writing is utterly poignant and heartrending. To be human is to know sorrow, but for this specific sorrow there are often no words. I pray for your health and for your son.
Your essay stabs my heart. Your words and sentiments are a mirror to my own. My boy turned 26 this year. He told us never to contact him again two years ago, on Mother’s Day. My adult daughter is the only family member he contacts - and that has been two to three times a year. Like you, I understand that my loss is not equivalent to a child no longer alive. Seeing families in church, on television, or while shopping bring my utter sorrow to the surface. The agony is unbearable. I have immersed myself in stitching (needlepoint) so that it has become the focus nearly everyday. My friends and family understand it’s what I need to cope with the loss of my child. PITT essays validate my feelings and frustrations. It reminds me I am not alone and that our stories are eerily similar. ❤️