Whew...this is really true. Thank you for sharing it. I know there are so many others experiencing this, but so few who really understand (mostly because it hasn't come to their house). I am grateful for the internet (in this aspect) to hear from others and not feel so alone on this journey. Grace, peace and hope to you...to all of us.
It all started on that damn phone and then the school—she was just 13. And the lie kept growing and I, the person who loved her more than anyone else, became the enemy. It’s been almost 11 years and it still hurts so much.
Such a poignant poem. I lost my son, and while I now occasionally see him, I still lost him. He still drinks the kool aid and still takes the drugs. My only son, I will never have biological grandchildren. Maybe one day he will decide this is all a lie, maybe one day.
And the gaming sites with chat rooms that lured them in with so called “friendships and connections”. They all drank the koolaid as if they had never been told “don’t talk to or take candy from strangers.”
I hear of more and more detransitioners. I hope and pray all of them and their supporters turn against this evil-the sooner the better for all of us.
Thank you so much for your telling poem. I feel the same way as you do, although I do not know if my son has had surgery or not. I am feeling your same sense of profound emotional loss, devastation, and regret. But, in reading your clear words, I also see more of what we have been up against as parents. These are the ruinous lies and deceit that the trans movement dishes out, turning our beloved children away from us and against us.
Whew...this is really true. Thank you for sharing it. I know there are so many others experiencing this, but so few who really understand (mostly because it hasn't come to their house). I am grateful for the internet (in this aspect) to hear from others and not feel so alone on this journey. Grace, peace and hope to you...to all of us.
So, so true😢💔
It all started on that damn phone and then the school—she was just 13. And the lie kept growing and I, the person who loved her more than anyone else, became the enemy. It’s been almost 11 years and it still hurts so much.
😥 I'm sorry. (Hugs)
Such a poignant poem. I lost my son, and while I now occasionally see him, I still lost him. He still drinks the kool aid and still takes the drugs. My only son, I will never have biological grandchildren. Maybe one day he will decide this is all a lie, maybe one day.
😢 the phones…so unaware of what they were being fed
And the gaming sites with chat rooms that lured them in with so called “friendships and connections”. They all drank the koolaid as if they had never been told “don’t talk to or take candy from strangers.”
I hear of more and more detransitioners. I hope and pray all of them and their supporters turn against this evil-the sooner the better for all of us.
Thank you so much for your telling poem. I feel the same way as you do, although I do not know if my son has had surgery or not. I am feeling your same sense of profound emotional loss, devastation, and regret. But, in reading your clear words, I also see more of what we have been up against as parents. These are the ruinous lies and deceit that the trans movement dishes out, turning our beloved children away from us and against us.