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Lisa's avatar

Thank you for this. Recently I felt my heart open up toward my son, but I started to think maybe I should try using his new name. After discussing with my therapist, I realized that once again I was taking on responsibility and trying to fix it. My son is 29 and started this at 25 - so he’s an adult and while he is probably delusional, I can’t change how he thinks about this. I can however, work on keeping my heart open and loving him from afar. I can practice compassion toward him, toward myself, and toward everyone caught up or affected by transgenderism.

I have observed that it seems the majority of those who are keeping contact are doing so for financial reasons. My son broke all financial ties before coming out. Therefore, he had nothing financially to lose by going no contact. This may sound harsh, but I think it’s the cold hard reality for many.

I stand here in the light, ready to help my son. But helping is not reinforcing the delusion or doing anything to make it easier for him to live this lifestyle. I look at it like enabling an alcoholic - I can’t control an adult’s drinking but I sure as hell can control not buying him booze.

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Joan P's avatar

Thank you. Your message arrives perfectly timed. I was just beating myself up - again - for sending my son a text 3 weeks ago. I told him how much I loved him, how I will always love him, but what he’s doing is too painful for me to witness. He did not respond and has been radio silent since.

It’s been 10 years on this terrible path. Some periods have been better, more hopeful than others. But lately, he’s been back into the ideology, and he’s clearly medicalizing. How long can I sit at family gatherings and act like nothing is wrong? I have never affirmed this behavior and I never will.

But what a price it is to pay. I’m broken. And all my therapist can do is suggest various antidepressants to help me “move on.”

Maybe she’s right? Because all I do is spiral on the woulda, coulda, shoulda’s. If I’d done this. If I hadn’t done that. If I could only have crafted the perfect argument to reach him and extract him from this cult. We’d be free! We’d be happy!

And even more maddening is the isolation and the way our culture celebrates and supports the Trans journey. I said long ago, if my child had gotten depressed and became anorexic instead of gender dysphoric? Doctors would race to help us. Therapists would work with us. Rehab facilities would embrace him and bring him back.

But all any of the “experts” told us 10 years ago was that our lifelong son was really a girl. Accept it!

It’s a Twilight Zone episode that never ends. It’s on a loop. Thankfully tho there are parents like all of you who share your stories and help me feel less alone. And that’s something.

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