My husband and I sat down with him right away to learn more about this strange new creature that had just appeared to us.
As usual, the ‘PITT parent’ tells on herself.
Lady… there was no “strange new creature” there. Just your child.
That you reacted with complete surprise, dismay and disbelief, and then rejection, may if anything be a testament to your not having had a close and trusting relationship with your child. And with good reason, it seems. She really shouldn’t have put her trust in you.
He gave the following evidence:
What is this, a court trial?!
This is your child. Someone who needs your understanding, help and love. Not your judgment.
Six months later, I was entirely disillusioned.
Why do I have the feeling that this sentiment was very much mutual?
And I had learned why we aren’t asking these questions. All those happy rainbow stories, those glitter families - they are cover-ups.
Right. All happy trans stories are… coverups.
That is a very plausible and sane interpretation. (/s)
In other words, you found the gospel of gender-critical ideology and it told you that you are entirely right and wonderful and that every preconception and assumption of yours was in fact correct.
Well, enjoy your new conspiratorial hugbox, I guess. And a destroyed relationship with your own child… or a destroyed child.
But hey, what does that matter if you can just feel that you’re right?