The realness of you
The realness of you Stevie as I look at the ‘Stevie Over the Years’ photo collage that popped up on my phone. Tears roll as I feel you—the true, God-fearing man you are!
What can I do—how can I speak the truth into your life? How can I recapture my son? Bring you back into this family? Back to your self…
That shy smile
Those laughing eyes
The mischievous glance
The thoughtful sadness
The forced smile
The silly grin
Those beautiful eyes reflecting a beautiful
and perhaps tortured soul
Don’t be so strong. Don’t go it alone. Let yourself give into grief. Admit you don’t have the answers but that you know what love is. Find that love—back here, back home.
Let’s go to Mass as a family, to confession, to fish fries—all of it. We have not outgrown our need to be together as a family with God. Let’s join hands and march into heaven together as the saints God made us to do.
I wrote this in my journal. My son is 27 years old and has been estranged from me for about a year and a half because I refused to call him my daughter and use his made up name.
I am ( or was) on the other side of the fence.
I thought being a girl was the the source of all my inner turmoil. I lived in the self delusion of being a boy for nearly 10 years.
I didn't talk to my dad for years.
Then i slowly reconciled with my TRUE true self, my God given gender and extricated myself from the insanity.
There is hope. Don't lose it. Never say never when it comes to icomplicated delicate sexual identity issues. Always say the truth but with tender love. If you re gonna affirm something, let it be that he/she will always be your son/ daughter and nothing he/ she can do that will make you love him/ her less. And then stand your ground and wait. One day, the struggles of life and the insecure fragility of a fake gender identification might bring him/her back to you.
When that day comes, no " I told you" or " I'm glad you found your brain " or " you re lucky I am/ we are still here for you". Just welcome him/ her, knowing that the healing will take as long as the delusion lasted.
In the meantime, take good care of yourself, make yourself- through hobbies, hike, sports, volunteer jobs...- get out of constantly worrying for your kid.
You have raised them. You did your job. Now they re making their own
( wrong) choices.
You are as important as they are. Don't let them bring you down. If anything, for their sake.
When I left the trans cult, I was glad my family was still there and thought imperfect, was the somewhat stable element in my out of control life.
Live today to the fullest.
It's the first day of the rest of your life.
Take courage! Miracles happen.
I'm a living example of it.
My prayers are with you 🙏
Us too, my daughter has not spoken to us in nearly 3 years because we will not lie and call her a he and use incorrect pronouns and find it very hard not to call her by her given name. We embody evil to her because we hold fast to the truth. Breastless and bearded, a real live monster. We miss and love you. God help us all!