[Part of a letter from a transphobic parent to a non-transphobic friend]

I appreciate and treasure our many years of friendship, so it hurts me to have to say this. I am truly sorry, but it will no longer be enough for you to be a ‘good German.’ This holocaust that has swept up my middle son, indoctrinated my youngest son and entire generations, and destroyed my family, is destroying many, many more people than I can even fathom, and politicians are tripping over each other to cement the switch into place, to make sure this nightmare never ends.

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Like the majority of young transitioners, my son diagnosed himself. He told his psychiatrist, who immediately washed his hands of it all and sent him to a gender-affirming therapist. She sent him to Planned Parenthood and, after one visit, he walked out with an estradiol prescription. Yes, he was 25 years old, but, again, he had issues on top of issues, yet they all shriveled under the force of almighty Gender Dysphoria. Even if that were his only issue...do we treat anorexia with fen-phen? I affirm you as a fat person; let's “fix” that body.

I did not mean to blather on. This is what I meant to say: you're either with me, or you're not. I don't need someone to just feel sorry for me while they support, for example, Tim Walz.