My once beautiful daughter is now nineteen years old, homeless, bearded, in extreme poverty, sterilized, not receiving mental health services, extremely mentally ill, and planning a radial forearm phalloplasty (a surgical procedure that removes part of her arm to construct a fake penis).
My heart is torn to bits.. of you had seen her poc's from my fb memories.. just one year ago, she was coming back after a uear long battle.. sorry for typo's cant see thru tears. I'll regroup because Im not done fighting for my baby.. I just need a rest!
All the kids in the new school already had their cliques, and weren’t open to her, but there was one group that was willing to welcome newcomers, and that was the QSA kids. They were nice, smart kids, who were all a little quirky, and I was grateful that they were welcoming of Liv, but I noticed that they all seem to have created these micro-identities. For example, one girl called herself a demi-boy aromantic. They all seemed preoccupied with identity and presentation. Shortly after becoming friends with them, Liv cut her hair and dyed it pink. I saw this as normal teen exploration at this point. I was uneasy about how preoccupied she and her friends were with these issues.
Ana had a 4-year old son when I met her and I had no issues with that. Then I learned that this child’s other mother had declared to the world that he was female at the age of three. At first, I couldn’t fathom that it was anything so terrible. Our green city was hip after all, and the environment with which to raise children was considered excellent.
Then, I met little Paulo and my coherent, liberal, confident mind was instantly rattled. This was no transgender girl.
His trans insanity has destroyed us. My husband is 72 and reduced to tears that if he "slips" and uses the "wrong" pronouns, he is severely chastised. He deals with the loss of our sons by not talking about it.
The trans insanity is destroying my marriage. I am terrified of losing everyone and everything I love. I feel totally alone, isolated.
My best friend -- a social worker -- dropped me after 45 years of friendship, for my refusal to CELEBRATE losing my son. I have nowhere to turn, no one to talk to about this.
I have seriously considered suicide rather than deal with the pain and insanity of losing BOTH my sons. My worst nightmare has always been losing my children.
I guess I was lucky that all of this started years ago. Today my son probably would have declared his transgender identity at an earlier age and might have requested surgery. In my ignorance I may have gone along with it. My heart goes out to those parents who are living this nightmare and are being forced to participate in this hideous social experiment. I’ve cried reading these letters and I can’t even imagine having my child taken from me.
