Despite the breakthroughs and backtracks on this rickety roller coaster ride with our indoctrinated kids, we can use strategy, endurance and fearless truth-telling to bring them back.
As we continue down the precarious path toward our children’s emancipation from the salacious sect that has bound their thoughts and feelings, we are equally bound to the inescapable reality that we will make mistakes. While I firmly believe that we can bring our kids back from the ideology that has hijacked their sense of self, as with anything this journey will be riddled with promising highs and discouraging lows.
With mounting evidence of the horrifying outcomes of medically modifying drugs and surgeries, now recognized as “poor” or “unknown” by entire countries like Sweden and the UK, we simply can’t allow this invasive ideation to work itself out on its own while it continues to relentlessly indoctrinate our kids in their schools and throughout their everyday lives. Gone are the days of Watchful Waiting. This mass indoctrination, this widespread youth ‘transgenderism’ is uniquely aggressive, and it waits for no one. A militant movement like this begs for our militant parenting.
Despite our best efforts to wade through the murky waters of Gender Ideology with our troubled teens with strength, strategy and self-control, we’d be fooling ourselves if we didn’t account for a misfire here and a complete bomb there. The other night, as I was entering the final stages of installment two in this hopefully helpful series, I managed to grab the one step my daughter had taken forward, and toss it three steps back.
The ever looming desperate need to pull my daughter from her powerful possession took over with a vengeance during what started off as an ideology-free hang out session, which I highly recommend incorporating into our anti-indoctrination initiatives.
My maternal anxiety triggered a flood of heavy handed information aimed right at my daughter’s unsuspecting ears. Filling her in on the history of ‘gender’ medicine, which I have in the past in carefully crafted pieces, I watched myself pour out a full bucket of what she probably received as anti-trans propaganda, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
With age appropriate verbiage I told her about John Money’s pedophilic fascinations that shaped his ‘work’. I informed her that the ‘genders’ we’re bombarded with today are products of his insidiously inspired theories. I repeated the story of the innocent twin boys whose childhoods were stolen by this awful man’s abuse and whose lives ended prematurely as a direct result of the abuse and his experiments. I talked to her about how this mentally ill man helped to build the money hungry medical empire that would love nothing better than to see her and all of her friends in clinics and operating rooms ASAP to add to its wealth. I pelted her with the dots that connect her current state of mind with the origins of ‘transexualism’, placing a strong emphasis on the questionable prospect of medically manufactured happiness.
I veered from my plan to maintain a light atmosphere with no ‘trans’ talk and instead dove headfirst into a gruesome lesson on the sick origins of ‘gender’ and its medical-industrial billion dollar baby.
A quick summary of my passionate protest would read like this:
“Transgenderism was essentially created by feeding already troubled people through an experimental medical industry via chemical manipulation, cosmetic surgeries and lifelong medical upkeep. Since there is so much money to be made for said industry the ‘idea’ of transgenderism is being advertised primarily to children to ensure that it continues. Further, people cannot become their ‘authentic selves’ by changing so much of themselves that they are virtually unrecognizable, through man-made medical-industrial means.”
My child’s rebuttal included an indirect but obvious accusation of transphobia and her insistance that she is indeed a ‘transgender boy’. A vehemence that had been significantly soothed since the onset of her cross-sex conundrum reared its ugly head, serving as a bright flashing warning sign for me to gently guide the conversation to completion. I told her that I love her ‘this much’ and that no matter who or what she aspires to be I will always love her ‘this much’. I wrapped up with the reiteration that I would rather not see her become a lifelong medical patient in an effort to ‘feel more comfortable’ and we went our separate ways, frustration in hand.
A few days later, I used the confinement of a car ride as an opportunity to ease the extra tension I had created between us. I offered my daughter a sincere but specific apology for diving so deeply into the adult issues surrounding her teenage feelings of incongruence.
I followed the ownership of my overwhelming verbal volatility by asking her if she understood what I’m trying to do for her and why I’m doing it so diligently. My sense of parental purpose was instantly restored through her acknowledgement that I’m trying to keep her from attaching herself firmly to a mindset that may be the result of a social contagion, or in her words, “you’re trying to help me to not get too wrapped up in this because there is a social aspect to it”.
My teen took over the chat, revealing her belief that most of her ‘trans’ friends are unlikely to truly be what they purport to be, that they have indeed been the targets of a widespread social contagion. While she didn’t commit to applying the same logic to herself she did say, as she has a few times in the past, that she may not be ‘trans’ when she is an adult.
In the gentle fashion that may have prevented our ‘bad’ conversation from turning that way in the first place, I asked her what she’d think if one of her ‘not necessarily trans’ friends mistakenly went ahead with the pervasively promoted drugs and surgeries because they were wrapped up in the moment. While I didn’t receive a response to the question, which was probably a sign that my child was thinking quite critically, I was able to illuminate a potential problem that could directly affect one or more of her friends. I managed to poke a hole through the veil of ‘trans’ rhetoric, shining a bright light on the potential real life consequences of this movement for her real life friends, and for herself.
As should be expected, because we are all human and living through a highly stressful situation, these conversations with our kids and teens can turn from thoughtful to thoughtless in an instant. But this isn’t something we can’t recover from and our mishaps may actually provide opportunities for deeper and more honest discourse. As a mom I did feel guilty about bombarding my daughter with a rather shocking yet true history of the perverse ‘Party’ with which she has unwittingly become affiliated. In the end, however, my daughter’s subsequent revelation about her lack of faith in her friends’ trans-authenticity restored my own faith in my efforts to help her see the light.
With the adult themes and utter falsehoods being siphoned into our kids’ vulnerable minds through the dystopian distortion all around them, touching on the dark side of the Gender Industry is okay, maybe even necessary. Despite my tactlessness in this case, this turned out to be less of an evil than allowing her to blindly believe in the grandiose lies she is otherwise being told.
Like a phoenix that rose from the proverbial ashes, this example of very natural but erroneous parenting that somehow managed to take flight in the end is teeming with the do’s and do not’s that this series aims to explore:
I try not to talk ‘trans’ with my kid when my stress level is especially high. According to the script our kids adopt along with their ‘gender identities’, anything that challenges the narcissistic narrative that celebrates the trans and nothing but the trans is to be swiftly and spitefully rejected. Barging into the discourse, guns a blazin’, is highly likely to enact this particular prohibition in the doctrine that our minor children have subscribed to. Planning ahead for deconditioning dialogue gives us time to think about what we want to say, and maybe more importantly, what we don’t. A few short phrases that highlight the truths we want our kids to hear can be mentally catalogued, jotted down in point form in a self directed text message or, if we dare, pen to paper style reminiscent of Winston in 1984.
If we can be calm, cool and collected as we gently roll out a few purposeful points at a time with our kids, followed by room to reflect and recover before the next session, they are more likely to absorb the words we’ve said and we are less likely to become completely overwhelmed.
I try to let my kid just be a kid by intentionally ignoring the ‘trans’ at times, rather than tiptoeing around it or bowing before it. “Attention bombing’ our kids through a relentless campaign for their mental freedom may only further focus their attention on themselves. Home can provide our kids with a sense of relief from the self directed zoom lens they begin to use when they become ‘love bombed’ by thier cult and it’s groupies everywhere they go. Providing a sense of normalcy that can be achieved by regularly dimming the self-centered spotlight is an absolute gift. Though they won’t admit it, our children quite likely welcome the breaks from having to remember rhetoric, recite the script and perform their new persona.
I don’t hesitate to remind my girl that her opposite sex ‘identity’ requires endless work on her part. With soft words and sympathetic eyes I’ve stated that it must be hard on her to wake up every morning and remember that she’s supposed to ‘be’ a boy. I’ve implied that it must be tiring, putting on a performance of a boy day in and day out so that she’ll feel like she’s passing. I often follow these little insights by essentially playing dumb to the very existence of her ‘gender identity’ in an effort to both downplay the reverence it dutifully demands and provide for her a period of relief from its nagging presence.
While this vulturous movement works tirelessly to steal the innocence right out from under our kids and distort their reality, actively creating a recess from the onslaught of attention truly is an absolute gift.
I am not afraid to let my daughter in on what is happening in the world at large around gender, self-ID and experimental medicalization. My child, like many young people who hop onto the trans train, is a bit of a natural social justice warrior. Her inclination to fight for the underdog is, in and of itself, a wonderful trait to possess when applied to the right cause. Given that the spoils of the Gender Industry and the ideology that supports it are so well hidden from some of its most zealous young members, I tell my daughter often that she “deserves to know what she is a part of”.
By sharing the horrific origins of the ‘gender’ industry itself, the fact that some gender doctors are willing to remove the breasts of twelve year olds or that some parents are socially transitioning their four year olds, I’m appealing to my child’s inner activist, the part of her that fights for the underdog- in this case innocent children, younger than herself. Enlightening my child with the abhorrent treatment of detransitioners by the ‘trans’ community they once believed they were an integral part of may help her recolour the rose coloured lens through which she is currently ogling.
When we give our kids and teens these little nuggets of knowledge, they begin to naturally solidify in their minds when they hear stories of brave six year olds finding their true selves or when a TikTok celebrity bashes someone for finding their way out of this fallacious fellowship. We are planting the seeds of critical thinking through actual factual information and allowing the world around them to water them with its pro-trans puppet show packed with misleading lies and poorly concealed inconsistencies.
I give my daughter practical examples of how medical transitioning would actually play out in her life should she ultimately choose this tumultuous path. I often look for opportunities to point out the practical side effects of a medically modified existence when I engage in trans-talk with my fourteen year old.
In response to one of her many teenage announcements, a college or university she may want to attend or a job or hobby she’d like to partake in as an adult, I might offer a dose of the restrictive reality of living life as a medical patient. A cautioning conversation of this nature may go something like this:
Her~ I want to go to xxxxx University so I can be near the ocean and just be free with my friends.
Me~ Well that sounds awesome but if you decide to medicate you’ll have regular appointments to keep. You’ll likely have to miss big chunks of school too, especially if you opt for surgeries. What about the money you’ll need to go out with your friends? I do know that many employers won’t want to keep you on if you take weeks at a time off work for recovery, or for sickness. Just being on testosterone can make you sick a lot and major surgeries…?
Her~ I might be a writer when I grow up. I love writing so much.
Me~ I hope you still can if you decide to take testosterone. If you think about it, it’s supposed to change your body to more of a male body right?
Me~ But it is a hormone and hormones control your brain activity too. You know that right?
Me~ So since it changes the hormone structure in your body AND your brain who knows how that’s going to affect your writing. Writing often comes from your feelings- your creative drive and the feelings behind it- and if you’re messing with that with synthetic drugs you may not ever be able to write the way you once did. If you do end up taking it.
When she talks about her future- her educational and vocational goals or even her rendition of ‘the fun stuff’ she’ll be eligible to do as an adult- I delicately deliberate out loud about the potential pitfalls that could drastically reduce her overall enjoyment of life, should she choose to medicate. Kids and teens are not mentally equipped to think about the little things nor can they comprehend the big impact they can have on their lives in general. Giving our kids and teens examples that connect to their socio-emotional currency, those that threaten to drain it, can encourage them to think more realistically about the prospect of lifelong medical ‘transgenderism’ and how it may specifically affect them as adults.
Ask a question, do not demand an answer. When we ask our kids honest, thought provoking questions that are likely to induce deeper thought on their part, the best thing we can do is leave them to think. When I feel a ‘gender’ related conversation coming to a close, I often ask my daughter a very honest question that begs for a very honest answer, tell her she does not have to answer out loud and then gracefully excuse myself from the conversation. Regardless of what we present to the world around us, our innermost thoughts are always honest and it is this deep seeded honesty that our children are going to have to bring to the surface over time in order to release themselves from the trans trap.
Examples of questions I might ask that may just curate the critical thinking my daughter deserves include:
Do you think it’s possible that you’re putting labels on yourself, like ‘trans’, boy, ‘he/him’, because it gives you sort of a power over other people? Over what they can and can’t say around you? Including adults and your teachers? Or maybe the labels make you feel like part of a special group? [exit Mom]
Some of the people you hang out with, did they accept you for you before you began saying you’re a boy? Do you think they’ll accept you if or when you say you are no longer a boy, but that you are who you are? If you end up feeling super comfortable being a kind of masculine girl do you think they’ll still think you’re just as cool as when they called you ‘trans’? [exit Mom]
You know that I love you just the way you are right? What do you think about this movement that really seems to push people to ‘become’ someone else? And do you really think it’s possible to truly ‘be’ anybody other than you? [exit Mom]
You know, teenagers always try to ‘find their tribe’. It’s part of a natural stage of development- that’s why there are always a handful of youth subcultures in every generation. Do you think though, that a subculture that asks you to take heavy drugs and amputate parts of your body might be more dangerous than anything? [exit Mom]
If we left stereotypes out of the picture for a minute, like blue pants for a boy and pink skirts for a girl or boys are rough and girls are more gentle, how would you act or dress or ‘be’ like a boy? [exit Mom]
Our kids are more likely to listen to their friends and the internet than they are to us but if we can get them thinking beyond the script and help them learn to listen to themselves, they may start to view the world around them with a little more clarity.
As we lead our kids out of the mental maze that their socially induced ‘gender identity’ has laid out before them, our commitment to getting through to them must leave room for a few frustrating failures. Fighting the limitless pop-up battles that will one day win this war can feel like an exhausting real life game of Whack-A-Mole. But with truth and trust, transparency and restraint, we will bring them back.