My daughter is a trans child, she said so. Her school agreed. Her gender support group
agrees. Her university friends are so proud to agreed. Her gay boyfriend agreed.
The parents, who gave me a dirty look when I picked her up from a party at their
house and asked for her by her name, they agree.
I cannot claim credit for what follows, we may just have
been lucky, her mother is an incredible woman whose skills of persuasion are
way more subtle than mine. But we have gone against her wishes.
If we had been fully supportive of her trans journey, of the
narrative that she was born in the wrong body, which caused her gender dysphoria
and that needed to be treated by transition. If we had been supportive and
affirming, she could have no breasts, have had a curtailed puberty, and have
been on Testosterone for two years. She would have no one in her life, holding
to the truth that she was a girl, is a woman.
