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Peppercape's avatar

In a similar sentiment, my reply to my daughter 15 months ago, I thanked her for the 23.5 years she gave me. We cried and hugged. I never heard from her again after that. She then followed her cult from Florida to Sacremento California, fully drugged on all the meds her "therapist" prescribed. For the first time in her life, in a hospital twice for cardiac and digestion issues. The bald spot now protruding through the back of what was long beautiful golden hair just over 2 years ago. A 75 pound weight gain encasing what was once an hour glass figure photgraphed for the cover of a woman's magazine. Thick coarse hair covering the limbs of awkward spaces. Zits on the face she wore makeup on with long lashes for photo shoots previously. Big white tennis shoes where she used to wear 9 inch dance pole heels for the classes she taught. Hair on the hands she manicured with polish bi weekly previously. I've come to terms accepting her virtual death now given no choice. She was my everything. My best friend, my only daughter, my whole world. She gave me no trouble throughout her growing years until the trans cult invaded our lives. It has broken me beyond words.

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Mercy's avatar

What a revelation- “grief as merely love with nowhere to go”. May your words touch your daughter at her core and bring her back.

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