Mother’s Day has come and gone. Father’s Day is fast approaching. The thought of any mother or father having to wake up on either of these days with a child caught in the clutches of transgender ideology breaks my heart. My own sister had to suffer through several Mother’s Day celebrations without her son. The same goes for my brother-in-law who had to endure last year’s Father’s Day with no acknowledgment from his son. Soon it will be Father’s Day again, and again it will pass without word from his son. Any mother or father with a child who has estranged themselves from the family understands this pain. Transgender’s lies are tearing families apart and the parent suffers most.
All of you who are connected to this substack, who have children who are pretending to be a different sex…I ache for you. I just felt the need to reach out and to write a message to you that your pain and suffering is shared by all of us. You are not alone, although you may feel that way at times. The stories I have read on this blog over the past several years have changed me forever. Even though we have never met, I have cried with you. I have felt your grief, your turmoil, and your sadness. I have thought about you long after your story has been published. I have wondered if there has been a new outcome, an answer to your prayers, a reconciliation with your lost child.
I have prayed for all of you and I have begged God to right this wrong, to punish the groomers, and to free the children in bondage to this evil ideology. I have asked God to hold accountable each and every person who has harmed a child. I have cried and pleaded with God to let the truth prevail. I have thanked God for the whistle blowers, for the closing of the Tavistock Clinic, for the WPATH files, and for the Cass Report. I have applauded the desisters and the detransitioners as I have read and listened to their stories in awe and horror and I pray for their healing.
I am a parent and grandmother and I have such empathy and compassion for all of you and your families. The cruelty and distress you have had to endure is unthinkable. A parent’s love for their child is the greatest gift imaginable while a child’s rejection of the parents is unimaginable and so inhuman. I watched my sister and her husband undergo the struggle with their son during his last few years of high school, as he used a fake name while pretending to be a girl. They never affirmed him. When he moved out without notice and vanished, their hearts were broken and they were overcome with worry. The not knowing was haunting.
The outpouring of love and support on this substack is so beautiful and so genuine because all of our lives have been ravaged by this cult. Not one of us ever wanted to be a member of the “evil transgender-ideology group”, but I am proud of the way so many of you are coping and handling this bad hand that was unfairly dealt to you. Please do not give up or lose hope.
The truth is being told, and the outcome we have wished for will take place. It will happen. This wrong will be made right and our children and future children will be set free. Yes, the damage has been done, but the love you have for your children will hopefully help them to return home, to begin to heal and to embrace who they really are, the way they were intended to be before the brainwashing started. It may be too late for some, but the hope for the future is what will keep me motivated to continue this fight for justice. There have been enough unbearably distressing holidays for parents for many, many years due to this trans-cult. Enough is enough.
I appreciate your essay. Its meaningful that a parent who has not directly lost a child to this horror understands the relentless pain, which is so terribly unfair and unnecessary. Mother's day is now a day that rubs salt in my wound and reminds me in a visceral way about the years that are lost for my son and my once close family.
Thank you so much for this letter, things are turning, slowly towards sanity, I was reading "Hop on Pop" last night to my youngest daughter and the 1st page had a note that my oldest daughter had read this book all by herself on 1/6/00 and she was 5 YO. Her life flashed before my eyes and I had to catch my breath and tears to read it. My oldest daughter is 30YO bearded and breastless, estranged for 5 years and has been pure hell for the last 10+ years. Holidays, Birthdays are the worst for sure. We are not blame for what she has done, we fought with all we had to help and restrain her from testosterone and surgery. I pray for her sanity and for her future and I know that all things workout for God's good purposes. Thanks be to God.