Are you still paying for your son's college? Health benefits? Cell phone? Why?
Cut them off. Period. Once they get into this cult - they shouldn't be supported. Continuing to feed their insanity is part of the problem. Sure, it hurts - but tough love is a thing that needs to come back. If the cult member can't support themselves, there's a big chance they'll snap out of it. All these parents supplying daily life needs are just feeding the cult addiction.
How do you tell your child that your life is more relaxed when he is out of the house?
My adult son, captured almost eight years ago by trans ideology, still lives at home. He already had mental health issues and this cult has affected his ability to work. He can’t seem to move out. Right or wrong, I do not yet have the strength to force him out (but that’s a topic for another piece).
So, when he goes off on a week-long staycation with the romantic interest he’s hooked up with, another young man captured by the cult, who lives overseas, my house breathes.
I am less stressed not seeing him with his long, unruly hair, the septum piercing, the clothing that leans toward feminine and his effected mannerisms. The relief from not having it in my face every day is palpable.
Also, when my trans-identified son leaves the house, this younger brother, who still lives at home as well, is freed from self-imposed exile in his room or the basement. He’s free to interact with his parents without his brother coming into his view.
My younger son refuses to be in the same room with his “trans” brother. He is so angry and turned off by the effects of hormones and social “transitioning.” He will peek into the family room to see if it’s “safe,” and only then come in to enjoy watching something together.
So, when the text came to my phone informing me my son would be home tonight, when I had mistakenly thought I had another two days of relative peace, my heart sank.
The guilt and self-loathing at that emotion loom large in my heart. This is my child, the one who made me a mother, and yet I am dismayed that he is coming home from what was a quiet week of exhalation.
How do I impart to my child that his very presence causes a tension in the house that we all dread?
I suppose I am one of the “lucky” ones whose child has not decided to estrange himself from his non-affirming family.
But I don’t feel lucky.
I feel on edge, waiting for the door to open and my family to fracture once again.
How do I live with that burden?
When I spoke with parents at our ROGD meeting, I asked a simple question. Every single one of them answered the same way: yes, their child was addicted to video games.
At what point do we stop calling this coincidence?
There are countless videos online of gamers openly discussing taking estrogen, claiming it makes them feel calmer, more sensitive, or more “in tune” while playing. Whether people are comfortable acknowledging this or not, this content exists, and it reaches vulnerable minds.
Sometimes I think about the movie Poltergeist, where the little girl sits in front of the television, mesmerized by the static, until she is eventually pulled inside. Not because screens are evil in themselves, but because prolonged exposure without guidance can shape perception, identity, and belief in powerful ways.
I want to be careful here. I am not interested in promoting conspiracy theories. But there is a difference between inventing conspiracies and asking reasonable questions when patterns repeat themselves with such consistency.
I also make no apologies or have any doubt that this was a master plan by the powers that should not be to indoctrinate our children, demasculate men/masculate women...remember a nation of weak men is easy to control, destroying the feminine has always been part of the plan. The Plandemic was introduced for this very purpose, and many others unfortunately.
To isolate people and get them glued to their screens, depressed, anxious and therefore unable to use discernment when being bombarded by these messages. Heck I was a "tomboy" growing up, two older brothers, loved sports, loved match box cars and all things boy. I wonder if I had been born later and was exposed to all of this if I would've made a similar choice! This was a whole scale attack perpetuated on humanity. Covid is a scam. Pandemic, scamdemic, however you wish to see it, it is part of the plan. Do yourself a favor and open your eyes to the lies and atrocities these bastards have perpetrated on humanity. You know what I did during "covidious?" Went down every rabbit hole under the sun and woke up, thank God!
I can speak personally about my own son.
He was highly intelligent, a straight-A student, introverted, sensitive, and had never had a girlfriend. That description alone mirrors what so many parents here describe. His entry point was fighting video games. From there, he joined the Fighting Game Community. As many of you already know, these spaces are overwhelmingly LGBTQ-dominated.
… At what point do we stop calling this coincidence?
There are countless videos online of gamers openly discussing taking estrogen, claiming it makes them feel calmer, more sensitive, or more “in tune” while playing. Whether people are comfortable acknowledging this or not, this content exists, and it reaches vulnerable minds.
… I want to be careful here. I am not interested in promoting conspiracy theories. But there is a difference between inventing conspiracies and asking reasonable questions when patterns repeat themselves with such consistency.
When so many young people use the same language, follow the same sequence of steps, anticipate the same objections, and deliver the same answers almost word for word, it is fair to ask: where did this script come from?
Who prepared them for this moment?
Who taught them what to say, when to say it, and how to frame their parents as adversaries if they resist?
Who guided them to see affirmation as love and caution as harm?
If you only knew…
…what it is like being told by your adult child that he believes the horrible is possible. That he was born in the wrong body and is going through treatments and procedures to right what he sees as wrong and fixable.
If you only knew…
…how it feels to listen to your child read a prepared script outlining the new rules for being his mother, telling you not to use the name you so lovingly picked out for him to honor loved ones who have died and are now established guardians over their namesakes. Telling you that this name, which rolled off your tongue like a song, is now a “deadname” and you must use another one, which sticks in your throat and cuts like barbed wire.
If you only knew…
…how it feels to watch your son take drugs that are harming him in the long term even as they falsely uplift him in the short term, how he has already altered his body and mind, in a charade of repairing what is not broken; how it feels to know each poison pill he dissolves under his tongue could be rewriting his destiny and shortening his lifespan, and you know it because there is scientific evidence - the same science that determines him as male - but that he shuns as summarily as he rejects his biology.
If you only knew…
…how to learn to hide the daily silent tears with a forced smile, to silence the growing screams, to pray that your broken heart will not someday just explode from the anguish, to watch your child self-destruct into a delusion that society has shaped him to believe, and how society has embraced him even as I, his mother, am thrust into a void, a macabre version of “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” while friends, family, and casual acquaintances celebrate and glorify this new twisted iteration of the miracle that was my son.
If you only knew…
…how it feels to dread weddings and family celebrations and events and even funerals, because you have somehow developed a sense of shame; you feel the judgment of those who will whisper and gossip and pity and blame you for the unwitting indoctrination of your son, the left-field new reality that has been foisted on you, and though you pray every day that it will change, you still feel that this is somehow your fault, and you are found lacking in the eyes of those who are looking in.
I have never felt envy or jealousy to a great extent in my life.
And I know the words are not synonymous, but I am jealous.
I see friends and family whose kids aren’t afflicted with the mental delusion that somehow they were born in the wrong body. And that makes me jealous. Because my son is so afflicted.
I see people I know, people I do not know, whose kids aren’t taking drugs harmful to their longterm health. Whose kids don’t take wrong-sex hormones to develop a body appearance they never should experience.
And I’m jealous. Because my son takes multiple drugs daily to maintain a body he thinks is healthy, but is not. He has become a lifelong addict.
I see people I know whose biggest worries with their adult kids pertain to everyday issues: work, personal life, health, and happiness all on a scale I see as “normal.”
And I’m jealous. Because my son is on a path which has affected his work situation, his personal life, his health, and his happiness, and it is only going to get worse. His plans to mutilate his body are immutable.
Sure, everyone has problems. Everyone’s kids have problems.
But I would give anything, most literally anything to not have the worries and problems and envy that I have.
This isn’t a pity party.
Jim Jones committed suicide along with the mass murder/suicide of his followers in 1978. It was a horrific loss of American lives. Talk of suicide is an integral part of gender ideology: How many parents have heard the “dead daughter or live son” threat, implying their child is at risk of suicide if she doesn’t immediately “transition”? Jim Jones directed his followers to commit suicide. In gender ideology, once the word “trans” is mentioned, a child or young adult is essentially threatened with suicide by trans supporters (in this case, doctors and psychologists) of this cult. Gender ideology is the suicide cult: Once someone shows interest, he is threatened with suicide if he doesn’t join.