Oh my heart weeps with yours. Please don't lose hope. Nourish the leaves of hope that still exist. Don't let your heart die. I am so so sorry and my heart is with you. 🙏🩵🩷
We are all on the same boat =( . Reading the comments, I realize how many of us parents are quietly going through similar struggles with our teens and young adults.
When would we ever have thought that our beloved kids/young adults would take a path like this? Different stories, but more than often very similar patterns in behavior, anxiety, depression, isolation, and difficulty finding direction.
Many of these kids are incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, and sensitive. Often introverted, spending a lot of time online or in gaming communities, sometimes struggling with self-esteem and connection after the COVID years. As parents, we’re just trying to understand how to best support them while they navigate a very complex world.
I don’t pretend to have answers, but it helps to know we are not alone. Many families are trying to balance compassion, guidance, and concern for their kids’ long-term well-being.
Wishing strength and wisdom to all the parents walking this road.
I am so grateful for this group. I wish I knew about it sooner. When I first looked for some sort of help for parents going through this, I was constantly directed towards groups talking about how to be affirming and supporting. Every post I read on here feels like someone took the thoughts out of my head and the aches in my heart and put them into words. “I feel my heart dying a slow death each day” sums it up perfectly. ❤️🩹
This has touched my heart so deeply. I hear you loud and clear, and i will never forget the day i found my daughter's testosterone, again, sold online by Gender GP in the UK, who, NEVER EVER even met her. She was only 14.
Keep your heart strong and your head high, she will need you. My hope will never fade, I would like to believe I will meet my beautiful girl again.
I found the estradiol in my son’s drawer about 6 months ago. I tracked it, and found that he had gotten the prescription easily through an online website, sent to him from Amazon pharmacy, and brought to him by a girl friend who had it shipped to her address. Not one of these entities has his best interests at heart; not one challenged his new identity or cared about the health issues it would cause. I am trying to keep him close, but so many forces are pulling him away from the family that loves and cares for him. My heart goes out to everyone who is dealing with this right now—it does indeed feel like a slow and painful death of the heart and soul, the heart and soul that I devoted to my son from the moment he was born.
Your heart is strong enough to tell the truth. The unwelcomed truth, the inconvenient truth, the greatly needed truth. If you did not tell the truth, if you went along with the lie for the sake of "relationship" (a false one) or being accepted, then your heart would begin to "die," it would become estranged from you. When you feel pain in your heart because you are telling the truth, because your genuine love refuses to be carried on the winds of falsehood, it shows it is alive and so are you, and the pain will not stop your relentless desire for healing for the one you love who is confused.
I stand with you to tell your daughter the truth. I stand with you to guide your daughter towards healing her whole self and provide her with the best possible life.
Yes. My heart, too, is dying a slow death around my now 24 year old son, poisoning himself for the past five years. My heart is numb and in pain and hollow at the same time. My heart is also filled with rage at the indifference, ignorance, opportunism, and sheer cruely of others in my sick culture. But I try to find ways to soften the rage, because this is poisonous to me as are the enacted lies my son inflicts on himself. I write these PITT posts, and yet as I do so, words feel inadequate to express the horror. But I know PITT parents understand, which helps with the terrible loneliness of this absurd and unnatural loss.
Praying that your daughter returns to her true self and finds the healing for her pain that has been elusive to her. Keep holding onto hope, you are not alone. ❤️
I understand. My son is 28. His high school had cross dress days. He "came out"at Sr Prom and was praised by faculty. He started hormones at 21, had vaginoplasty around 23. I knew of none of these till after the fact. His personality is all over the place, and I fear for him. Since Grad School, he's lived in AZ, now NM. Far away from me. I miss him, I love him but I do not affirm him. And I pray for him.
Oh my heart weeps with yours. Please don't lose hope. Nourish the leaves of hope that still exist. Don't let your heart die. I am so so sorry and my heart is with you. 🙏🩵🩷
Your words are poignantly bittersweet and beautiful. Thank you for sharing them. 🌺
We are all on the same boat =( . Reading the comments, I realize how many of us parents are quietly going through similar struggles with our teens and young adults.
When would we ever have thought that our beloved kids/young adults would take a path like this? Different stories, but more than often very similar patterns in behavior, anxiety, depression, isolation, and difficulty finding direction.
Many of these kids are incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, and sensitive. Often introverted, spending a lot of time online or in gaming communities, sometimes struggling with self-esteem and connection after the COVID years. As parents, we’re just trying to understand how to best support them while they navigate a very complex world.
I don’t pretend to have answers, but it helps to know we are not alone. Many families are trying to balance compassion, guidance, and concern for their kids’ long-term well-being.
Wishing strength and wisdom to all the parents walking this road.
I am so grateful for this group. I wish I knew about it sooner. When I first looked for some sort of help for parents going through this, I was constantly directed towards groups talking about how to be affirming and supporting. Every post I read on here feels like someone took the thoughts out of my head and the aches in my heart and put them into words. “I feel my heart dying a slow death each day” sums it up perfectly. ❤️🩹
This has touched my heart so deeply. I hear you loud and clear, and i will never forget the day i found my daughter's testosterone, again, sold online by Gender GP in the UK, who, NEVER EVER even met her. She was only 14.
Keep your heart strong and your head high, she will need you. My hope will never fade, I would like to believe I will meet my beautiful girl again.
I found the estradiol in my son’s drawer about 6 months ago. I tracked it, and found that he had gotten the prescription easily through an online website, sent to him from Amazon pharmacy, and brought to him by a girl friend who had it shipped to her address. Not one of these entities has his best interests at heart; not one challenged his new identity or cared about the health issues it would cause. I am trying to keep him close, but so many forces are pulling him away from the family that loves and cares for him. My heart goes out to everyone who is dealing with this right now—it does indeed feel like a slow and painful death of the heart and soul, the heart and soul that I devoted to my son from the moment he was born.
Your heart is strong enough to tell the truth. The unwelcomed truth, the inconvenient truth, the greatly needed truth. If you did not tell the truth, if you went along with the lie for the sake of "relationship" (a false one) or being accepted, then your heart would begin to "die," it would become estranged from you. When you feel pain in your heart because you are telling the truth, because your genuine love refuses to be carried on the winds of falsehood, it shows it is alive and so are you, and the pain will not stop your relentless desire for healing for the one you love who is confused.
I stand with you to tell your daughter the truth. I stand with you to guide your daughter towards healing her whole self and provide her with the best possible life.
Yes. My heart, too, is dying a slow death around my now 24 year old son, poisoning himself for the past five years. My heart is numb and in pain and hollow at the same time. My heart is also filled with rage at the indifference, ignorance, opportunism, and sheer cruely of others in my sick culture. But I try to find ways to soften the rage, because this is poisonous to me as are the enacted lies my son inflicts on himself. I write these PITT posts, and yet as I do so, words feel inadequate to express the horror. But I know PITT parents understand, which helps with the terrible loneliness of this absurd and unnatural loss.
Praying that your daughter returns to her true self and finds the healing for her pain that has been elusive to her. Keep holding onto hope, you are not alone. ❤️
I understand. My son is 28. His high school had cross dress days. He "came out"at Sr Prom and was praised by faculty. He started hormones at 21, had vaginoplasty around 23. I knew of none of these till after the fact. His personality is all over the place, and I fear for him. Since Grad School, he's lived in AZ, now NM. Far away from me. I miss him, I love him but I do not affirm him. And I pray for him.
I relate to this very much. Thank you for sharing.