My son. Brilliant. Not autistic. Same online exposure. He suddenly decided at 19. He's 27 now. I describe him as my bosomed son because he is on an artificial amount of estrogen that was never meant for his body. A host of "medical personnel" are participating in this abuse, anti-hypocratic oath. Even the so-called therapist is not providing therapy, but destructive encouragement. We've spoken all the logic, but this contagion seems to, at least temporarily and just long enough, block one's ability to think with reason and logic. The only thing I know to do now is remain in the wings for the day it all crashes down. The day it's too late because his body will have been irreparably damaged by the people who had sworn an oath to protect him. If he had gone to a therapist decrying a huge offense to his left arm, begging to have it removed, he would have received stellar care to recover. Unfortunately, a penis is not as important. We live in a sick world. Regrets, regrets, regrets...
I believed myself to be a young man when I was in my first year in college. This was before it became a social contagion but it was Santa Fe and trans-humanism and lots of other things were in the air. It was only a miracle that healed me. My dad happened to tell me something from the Bible over the phone, never even realizing my situation. He said that in the Bible, Jerusalem is pictured as "an army with banners" and that "the daughters of Jerusalem" and women in general are, each one, "an army with banners flying." It was a word but that word snapped me out of a six month dysphoria. I was free. The Bible has very freeing ideas of what a man is and a woman is, things that one would never expect. It blows up many of our most cherished ideas of what it is to be a man, what it is to be a woman. It's the truth and the truth sets us free. I am glad to read this article, if my family had affirmed me, it would have ruined me but on the other hand, if they had tried to "logic" me out of my belief it would have done no good.
My son, who was always trying to protect his sister from this harmful ideology finally gave up this week, after 8 months. He said he was going to affirm, and that he also would be there for her when it all came crashing down. "And by the way", he said, "she is very happy now". I hear the detransitioners begging not to affirm, to take the painful road of not giving in to the lie. But that doesn't seem to work with my daughter. So we talk about everything that is important to her except transition. We will need to get her through customs at the airport next week as a man, this beautiful young woman. She has a bestie, who would be her boyfriend in a normal world, but who is just as confused as she is.
So I'm very curious to read part 2 and 3. Hopefully there is a happy ending with the monster evaporating into thin air, going back to where it came from (nowhere).
"But control was the thing breaking our connection." Such a wise reflection. Thank you for sharing your journey, I look forward to part II.
My son. Brilliant. Not autistic. Same online exposure. He suddenly decided at 19. He's 27 now. I describe him as my bosomed son because he is on an artificial amount of estrogen that was never meant for his body. A host of "medical personnel" are participating in this abuse, anti-hypocratic oath. Even the so-called therapist is not providing therapy, but destructive encouragement. We've spoken all the logic, but this contagion seems to, at least temporarily and just long enough, block one's ability to think with reason and logic. The only thing I know to do now is remain in the wings for the day it all crashes down. The day it's too late because his body will have been irreparably damaged by the people who had sworn an oath to protect him. If he had gone to a therapist decrying a huge offense to his left arm, begging to have it removed, he would have received stellar care to recover. Unfortunately, a penis is not as important. We live in a sick world. Regrets, regrets, regrets...
I believed myself to be a young man when I was in my first year in college. This was before it became a social contagion but it was Santa Fe and trans-humanism and lots of other things were in the air. It was only a miracle that healed me. My dad happened to tell me something from the Bible over the phone, never even realizing my situation. He said that in the Bible, Jerusalem is pictured as "an army with banners" and that "the daughters of Jerusalem" and women in general are, each one, "an army with banners flying." It was a word but that word snapped me out of a six month dysphoria. I was free. The Bible has very freeing ideas of what a man is and a woman is, things that one would never expect. It blows up many of our most cherished ideas of what it is to be a man, what it is to be a woman. It's the truth and the truth sets us free. I am glad to read this article, if my family had affirmed me, it would have ruined me but on the other hand, if they had tried to "logic" me out of my belief it would have done no good.
My son, who was always trying to protect his sister from this harmful ideology finally gave up this week, after 8 months. He said he was going to affirm, and that he also would be there for her when it all came crashing down. "And by the way", he said, "she is very happy now". I hear the detransitioners begging not to affirm, to take the painful road of not giving in to the lie. But that doesn't seem to work with my daughter. So we talk about everything that is important to her except transition. We will need to get her through customs at the airport next week as a man, this beautiful young woman. She has a bestie, who would be her boyfriend in a normal world, but who is just as confused as she is.
So I'm very curious to read part 2 and 3. Hopefully there is a happy ending with the monster evaporating into thin air, going back to where it came from (nowhere).