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I am Lillian, the Mother of Mia. I first want to say thank you to everyone who has had a hand in giving parents a place to raise our voices! To all those fighting the injustice in our world. To those who are seekers of truth and to all the Prayer Warriors spending hours on your knees. Thank you from Mia and Me.

Life has been a struggle for me, raising kids (for all intents and purposes) as a single mom. I had four adult children before I was blessed with my baby girl, Mia—a special and perfect gift. As messy as my life has been and still is, I love my children. They were always my first priority.

My story in the world of gender dates back to the 2017-2018 school year. Between work and looking for a place to call our own there didn’t seem to be much time for anything. One day while at work I received a call from Mia’s school, letting me know that Mia had been bullied, and asking me to come in to see the principal to talk about it. When I got there, I learned that the bullying had been sexually abusive. I was told that the principal took action against them and one of the perpetrators even wrote Mia an apology letter.

When I got home, the first question I asked Mia was “Why didn’t you tell me?” She really couldn’t explain. We prayed together. We talked about how mean boys can be and how she needs to speak up when someone is hurting her. I reminded Mia that I loved her and I that I would alway be there for her, but that I couldn’t help if she was keeping secrets from me. At the time, she seemed to understand this. Looking back though, I now know that she was keeping more secrets from me than I could have ever imagined.

Mia started 6th grade in a new school in Texas. I dropped her off at a school orientation for 6th grades where no parents were allowed. That should have been my first red flag.

Mia was in the theater program, with art classes as her electives. On Meet the Teacher night, I volunteered at the school, and helped out her theater teacher who was struggling as a first year teacher in a tough Kid school. While Mia excelled academically, she was struggling still with with what had happened at her previous school. I didn’t know that at the time. What she did tell me was that she was having feelings of hurting herself, but said that it was because of video games and scary movies. We started spending less time on the computer and more time together. We ate dinner together, went for walks, and watched our favorite shows together. There are so many more happy thoughts and memories from this time that I don’t have the strength to even write about it right now. This is harder than I thought it would be. Not only cognitively but emotionally. It is challenging not to fall apart.

We moved to a new city not far away, to a different school district that I thought would be better. Mia attended this new school for the last three months of 6th grade, and then 7th grade at this school was definitely a better year. We were active with Mia’s theater class at this school too. I helped in every way I could; I was a present parent and even started substitute teaching.

Mia had made several friends at her old school who she still kept in touch with, as well as her old Theater teacher, who had sort of become her mentor. This teacher took Mia for lunch and ice cream a couple of times after we moved. At the time. I thought this was a good thing, that she was helping Mia get more involved in theater activities. I blindly believed this person and her friends knew Mia and had her best interest in mind.

Then the covid lockdowns hit. We have an elderly person living with us so, to lessen the exposure, we home schooled Mia for her 8th grade year. My roommate’s granddaughter stayed with us and was homeschooled also.

One night I went to bed early, as I was working remotely and had an early schedule. Late that night I woke up to hear Mia telling her classmate, in a raised voice that she was trans and pansexual, and that she can’t tell her mom because her mom is a Christian and will hate her and or kick her out of the house.

I THOUGHT WTF— but I held back running into that room with all my being because I needed more information.  I listened as she cried. I really didn’t understand what was going on. I heard her continue on to say that her theater teacher had agreed that she was trans.

The next day I did some research. This teacher had posts on Facebook showing her encouragement for the LGBQT+ agenda. And so I texted her, and she admitted influencing the children she worked with. I stopped all contact with the teacher at this point. She poisoned my child.

I approached Mia and told her the horrible things I had learned after overhearing her late night conversation. She fell apart and we cried together. I asked her to look at the evidence and then make a decision. I was so sure my child was going to make the right choice. I WAS WRONG. We drifted further and further apart. I didn’t want to push her more and cause her to respond to me negatively. It killed me inside to see my baby go through this. I bought a Study on Defining, By Priscilla Shier but I was forcing her to participate. She had no interest. I took her devices away and she barely reacted. Our lives marched on.

I started Mia at yet another new school for 9th grade - a tech high school in Texas that had a competitive application process. It was the best high school in our district with a college-like approach to teaching. We were thrilled when Mia was accepted and, at New Parent Night, nothing seemed out of place. I wasn’t thrilled with her friends, who seemed lost, with low self-esteem, but Mia seemed to be doing well.

She started the year as my daughter, Mia. Almost half way through the year she became Davey behind my back. I didn’t piece the clues together until the end of the school year when Mia asked me to call her Davey and that she identified as a male.

At this point I was fully informed on what was going on, but to say something would start a war with the school, so I kept to myself. I started looking for professional help and began taking Mia to see a counselor, but it didn’t help—Mia was resisting any type of change. She was brainwashed. I wrestled with letting Mia go back to that school for 10th grade and ultimately decided not to. I tried getting Mia’s school records and was never given the real ones.

By August 16, 2022 I had reason to believe that Mia had an online groomer, so I sent Mia to stay with her sister while I figured this out.

While at her sister’s house she was not kept away from social media. I tried to get her to come home, but she threatened to hurt herself, so I let her stay with her sister. I was falling apart. Every time I pushed the issue for Mia to home she made the same threats.

CPS was called. I went through a nightmare that I am still living. On October 27th I was forced to admit Mia into an ACUTE facility. No one talked to me about anything they just took my daughter—they didn’t need my permission. To this day I have not been given a reason.

I still do not have my daughter. CPS has stolen her from me. WHAT DO I DO?