“How can I both miss him and need to escape him?” That is exactly where I am. My son has recently reached out to re establish a relationship. We went ice skating last night (an old thanksgiving tradition between us) and made chili because he wants to learn to cook. He wore his baggy sweatshirt and pants but when we got to my house he took the sweatshirt off to reveal a sports bra with a tank top. And breasts. I could not say a word, I could only pretend I didn’t see it, looking only into his eyes. But accidentally catching glimpses of his new frame. I love him but he almost feels like a stranger. We were pretty much estranged for over a year and a brief return, then a bit of communication after. He clearly wanted me to see the “new” him. I feel like I am in the twilight zone
Same song, different verse. No contact for 3 years now. I write letters I never send. Finally came to a realization that I love my son, but I hate and detest his alter ego. “She” is spiteful, demanding, self-serving, unrealistic, and ignorant of the consequences that are inevitable and irreversible.
“This is our life now. In every moment of joy, there is grief. In every memory of love, there is sadness.” Such a poignant piece, and so well said. Sadly, this exactly describes life for us.
Such a bittersweet story. I understand with every fiber of my being. The college experience we were all supposed to share is now off limits to us. No address, no way to contact. Instead of 4 years of milestones and catching up on college life, we have been barred from it. We are being punished for not embracing him to "her". It is utterly heart crushing. But life goes on and we must go with it with a hole in our hearts 💔
That happened with our daughter too, but she dropped out after her sophomore year. Then she continued to go contact. It is agonizing to not know her wherabouts or about her life. Only her ally sister knows and she's not talking. This is just another part of the cruel, destructive agenda of the trans cult. We must try to keep living for those who are still in our lives and who love us. Pray for the lost ones and know that, deep down, they realize that they're missing out. May they all humbly return home to us one day.
I love to travel and, as a homeschooling mom, we included our kids in every happy adventure. This was reflected in our annual Christmas photo, year after year, until we experienced the same tragic, trans trainwreck with my oldest son. At 19, he separated from us entirely, missing so many trips, holidays and important family events (weddings, his brother's graduation, Eagle ceremony, and many more). These are times we can never get back. Your piece describes exactly how I feel when we review family pictures and he is no longer in them. I do commend you for moving forward with the trip and enjoying it with your other children. Your son unwittingly robs them (and you) of the good times that families like yours so richly deserve. Lavish your love on the rest of your family and they will learn what resiliency looks like. Don't give up hope! But be ready to love bomb that wayward son when the opportunity inevitably comes.
You are not alone...the heartbreak of this trans-cult has hurt so many families. These stories on PITT are all the same yet different. I am glad that you took the dream trip with you other children, and of course it was normal to miss him. You will always miss him. That is what is so horrific about this ideology - we grieve for a child that is still alive, because they have been stolen from us. I hope that the new President will be able to sound the trans alarm loud enough that it falls on deaf ears. I pray our country will go back to having common sense and realize the harm that has been done and stop it. Accountability time is here.
I am praying the new president will stop the so called gender affirmation, particularly in schools. I believe that people have to fired and penalized, whether they be woke teachers, heinous corrupt doctors and social workers, or administrators in gender clinics and hospitals.
This trans cult mania must end. Instead it has been placed in the highest of places in our society, admired, duplicated, sought after, affirmed, and on and on. Ancient books of wisdom talk about the woe that comes to those who elevate the worst to high status. Affirmation care must end. People must be held accountable who pushed this delusion and moved this cult forward including doctors and all the rest. We parents must keep a door open for our kids, no one else will save them, hold fast to the love lost, it will be restored. What a nightmare!
I am sorry for your pain, and many of us share this grief. Your writing is beautifully expressive and captures the depth of the sorrow that you and many of us face, and the dichotomy of trying to create joyful family experiences with the Trans cloud ever hovering . I feel sadness for all of us experiencing this, and anger at those promoting and profiting from it.
I saw a young trans man in the women’s room the other day. He was very tall, thin, flamboyantly dressed and could not stop playing with his hair and looking at himself in the mirror. Unlike all the natal women who were there to get business done. I said a little silent prayer for him as he seemed so self obsessed and confused; as if makeup, clothing and hair make the person?
Oh, boy, I so totally understand! Our family has not been the same either! The last time I saw my daughter, she had already been taking T for several months and was bigger, beefier, with a deeper voice. And angry. Confrontational. It was a very sad conversation for me and I said very little, even though it was demanded that I ask questions about the transition. I was informed of the “new name” my daughter had chosen. When I walked back to my car, I realized, “Leif” had killed my daughter Lisa. That was July 2017.
MeriBear, I can relate to the anger so closely. Our son will be 37 this summer, 3 years trans. The anger is so strong. He was never this way before. He was kind, compassionate, and generous. “She” is in your face, name calling, angry and insists it is her way or the highway. I hardly recognize the person he has become. Thanks for sharing your experience.
Oh dear....my son will be 37 in March and it has been 3 years for us as well. He has walked away from us. Never telling us why. I am so sorry this is happening to you as well.
“How can I both miss him and need to escape him?” That is exactly where I am. My son has recently reached out to re establish a relationship. We went ice skating last night (an old thanksgiving tradition between us) and made chili because he wants to learn to cook. He wore his baggy sweatshirt and pants but when we got to my house he took the sweatshirt off to reveal a sports bra with a tank top. And breasts. I could not say a word, I could only pretend I didn’t see it, looking only into his eyes. But accidentally catching glimpses of his new frame. I love him but he almost feels like a stranger. We were pretty much estranged for over a year and a brief return, then a bit of communication after. He clearly wanted me to see the “new” him. I feel like I am in the twilight zone
Praying for you 🙏🙏🙏💔
so very sorry. hoping things will someday take a turn for the better. ❤️
Beautifully written and, unfortunately for us, entirely relatable 💔 Stay strong, we stand with you. One day, this will be over.
Same song, different verse. No contact for 3 years now. I write letters I never send. Finally came to a realization that I love my son, but I hate and detest his alter ego. “She” is spiteful, demanding, self-serving, unrealistic, and ignorant of the consequences that are inevitable and irreversible.
“This is our life now. In every moment of joy, there is grief. In every memory of love, there is sadness.” Such a poignant piece, and so well said. Sadly, this exactly describes life for us.
Such a bittersweet story. I understand with every fiber of my being. The college experience we were all supposed to share is now off limits to us. No address, no way to contact. Instead of 4 years of milestones and catching up on college life, we have been barred from it. We are being punished for not embracing him to "her". It is utterly heart crushing. But life goes on and we must go with it with a hole in our hearts 💔
That happened with our daughter too, but she dropped out after her sophomore year. Then she continued to go contact. It is agonizing to not know her wherabouts or about her life. Only her ally sister knows and she's not talking. This is just another part of the cruel, destructive agenda of the trans cult. We must try to keep living for those who are still in our lives and who love us. Pray for the lost ones and know that, deep down, they realize that they're missing out. May they all humbly return home to us one day.
I love to travel and, as a homeschooling mom, we included our kids in every happy adventure. This was reflected in our annual Christmas photo, year after year, until we experienced the same tragic, trans trainwreck with my oldest son. At 19, he separated from us entirely, missing so many trips, holidays and important family events (weddings, his brother's graduation, Eagle ceremony, and many more). These are times we can never get back. Your piece describes exactly how I feel when we review family pictures and he is no longer in them. I do commend you for moving forward with the trip and enjoying it with your other children. Your son unwittingly robs them (and you) of the good times that families like yours so richly deserve. Lavish your love on the rest of your family and they will learn what resiliency looks like. Don't give up hope! But be ready to love bomb that wayward son when the opportunity inevitably comes.
This exactly
You are not alone...the heartbreak of this trans-cult has hurt so many families. These stories on PITT are all the same yet different. I am glad that you took the dream trip with you other children, and of course it was normal to miss him. You will always miss him. That is what is so horrific about this ideology - we grieve for a child that is still alive, because they have been stolen from us. I hope that the new President will be able to sound the trans alarm loud enough that it falls on deaf ears. I pray our country will go back to having common sense and realize the harm that has been done and stop it. Accountability time is here.
I am praying the new president will stop the so called gender affirmation, particularly in schools. I believe that people have to fired and penalized, whether they be woke teachers, heinous corrupt doctors and social workers, or administrators in gender clinics and hospitals.
This trans cult mania must end. Instead it has been placed in the highest of places in our society, admired, duplicated, sought after, affirmed, and on and on. Ancient books of wisdom talk about the woe that comes to those who elevate the worst to high status. Affirmation care must end. People must be held accountable who pushed this delusion and moved this cult forward including doctors and all the rest. We parents must keep a door open for our kids, no one else will save them, hold fast to the love lost, it will be restored. What a nightmare!
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I am sorry for your pain, and many of us share this grief. Your writing is beautifully expressive and captures the depth of the sorrow that you and many of us face, and the dichotomy of trying to create joyful family experiences with the Trans cloud ever hovering . I feel sadness for all of us experiencing this, and anger at those promoting and profiting from it.
Feeling it with you 💔
I saw a young trans man in the women’s room the other day. He was very tall, thin, flamboyantly dressed and could not stop playing with his hair and looking at himself in the mirror. Unlike all the natal women who were there to get business done. I said a little silent prayer for him as he seemed so self obsessed and confused; as if makeup, clothing and hair make the person?
Oh, boy, I so totally understand! Our family has not been the same either! The last time I saw my daughter, she had already been taking T for several months and was bigger, beefier, with a deeper voice. And angry. Confrontational. It was a very sad conversation for me and I said very little, even though it was demanded that I ask questions about the transition. I was informed of the “new name” my daughter had chosen. When I walked back to my car, I realized, “Leif” had killed my daughter Lisa. That was July 2017.
MeriBear, I can relate to the anger so closely. Our son will be 37 this summer, 3 years trans. The anger is so strong. He was never this way before. He was kind, compassionate, and generous. “She” is in your face, name calling, angry and insists it is her way or the highway. I hardly recognize the person he has become. Thanks for sharing your experience.
Oh dear....my son will be 37 in March and it has been 3 years for us as well. He has walked away from us. Never telling us why. I am so sorry this is happening to you as well.