Yesterday I had tea with my daughter. I swallowed my pain with my drink and pretended to nibble on some cake. She gobbled hers as if she were starving. I took my glasses off to stay blind to the stubble on her chin, the acne on her cheeks. I listened for her sweet voice through the gravelly sounds in her throat as she laughed about the scars on her flat chest and watched me blink away my tears.
Totally relate. Experienced exactly same situation. Beautifully written. I am resting on God’s faithfulness, hoping for his mercy.Hoping I can get my daughter back .
Your world is also my own. The personality change, the heartlessness, the forced "blokiness", the affectations, the facial hair, the weight-gain, the generic voice - they all sound the same....These things are impossibly painful.
Your pain reverberates from every word. You have encapsulated this torture perfectly. I sit with you in the depths of a hell I don’t believe in but know exists here on earth. I hold your hand.
The pain. It’s endless. There’s rarely a break. Rarely a time in my waking hours or sleep when I do not have my thoughts invaded by awful images of my son. They’re either lovely ones of how he used to be as a child or horrible ones of how he has chosen to live his life now. I am so utterly sick of being depressed and unhappy.
Yes, images of the before and after of my son invade my mind, too It is indeed a challenge to salvage well being amidst daily thoughts about a profound loss.
So sad. How did the world get this awful. She won’t carry on too long with this insanity. There has got to be a breaking point at some time in the future.
They won't likely have children, since wrong sex hormones sterilize both men and women, via a prescription easily obtained from Planned Parenthood) i.e planned sterility
There is power in the brevity of this poignant story of a courageous mother having tea with her daughter. It is a harrowing portrait of the evil trans cult and its tsunami amount of damage. I understand what it's like as a mother to have your heart squeezed while sharing even limited time with a young adult child who is harming themselves, -- physically, mentally, and spiritually. With my son, it has required some disassociation, (which is apropos as he clings to his disassociated fantasy of being a "woman." )
Oh that gobbling down of food, the crass laughter - I can so relate. I am so sorry that you had to watch her slip away yet you are so loving to continue despite your own pain to show up. It reminds me to be brave. I might need that sunglasses tip too! Be well - we fellow parents hold you in the truth.
I completely understand your pain and commend your courage. I can't even face my son who is transitioning. He's an adult so I have zero say in anything. You're not alone. Hugs.
Totally relate. Experienced exactly same situation. Beautifully written. I am resting on God’s faithfulness, hoping for his mercy.Hoping I can get my daughter back .
Your world is also my own. The personality change, the heartlessness, the forced "blokiness", the affectations, the facial hair, the weight-gain, the generic voice - they all sound the same....These things are impossibly painful.
This is poetic yet so heartbreaking, you have captured the soul of how many parents, family members think & feel. So sorry 😢
Your pain reverberates from every word. You have encapsulated this torture perfectly. I sit with you in the depths of a hell I don’t believe in but know exists here on earth. I hold your hand.
The pain. It’s endless. There’s rarely a break. Rarely a time in my waking hours or sleep when I do not have my thoughts invaded by awful images of my son. They’re either lovely ones of how he used to be as a child or horrible ones of how he has chosen to live his life now. I am so utterly sick of being depressed and unhappy.
Yes, images of the before and after of my son invade my mind, too It is indeed a challenge to salvage well being amidst daily thoughts about a profound loss.
So sad. How did the world get this awful. She won’t carry on too long with this insanity. There has got to be a breaking point at some time in the future.
Also, I wonder, what will these trans peeps realize when they have their own children?
They won't likely have children, since wrong sex hormones sterilize both men and women, via a prescription easily obtained from Planned Parenthood) i.e planned sterility
Oh. I just ache. For you. For her. 💕
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There is power in the brevity of this poignant story of a courageous mother having tea with her daughter. It is a harrowing portrait of the evil trans cult and its tsunami amount of damage. I understand what it's like as a mother to have your heart squeezed while sharing even limited time with a young adult child who is harming themselves, -- physically, mentally, and spiritually. With my son, it has required some disassociation, (which is apropos as he clings to his disassociated fantasy of being a "woman." )
What a heartbreaking situation for you. Your pain is excruciating to read about, let alone experience. I’m so glad you shared it with us.
Oh that gobbling down of food, the crass laughter - I can so relate. I am so sorry that you had to watch her slip away yet you are so loving to continue despite your own pain to show up. It reminds me to be brave. I might need that sunglasses tip too! Be well - we fellow parents hold you in the truth.
I completely understand your pain and commend your courage. I can't even face my son who is transitioning. He's an adult so I have zero say in anything. You're not alone. Hugs.
Hang in there - I'm experiencing the same thing. I do think people are waking up to the idea that it's a cult.
Oh, mama. I'm so sorry. This hits all the feels.
I felt the impact from every word you wrote. Your grief hits hard, my thoughts with you- you courageous woman----