Here’s how we did it, and how you can too
Ever wonder how you, little, insignificant you, can change the world? It seems impossible, right? With so many people, so many rules – there is no way for an individual to affect change.
Well, I’ve got a surprise for you; it’s not really that hard at all.
A year ago, I was despondent. My son had just declared he was “trans”. I searched and searched the internet for answers for what had happened to my son, who was just a normal young teen boy in all ways, except for also being an extraordinarily smart, socially inept, black and white thinker. All I could find was story after story, article after article, condescendingly explaining to me how I needed to acknowledge and affirm my “daughter” because trans was an immutable state, and preventing my child from being who “she” was would inevitably and tragically lead to his/her suicide. I nearly gave up. Every person I spoke to, every medical professional and therapist I saw told me that I was the one with the problem, and by not going along with affirming that delusion that my son was a girl, I was harming my child.
But then I used my brain and opened my eyes. I realized that none of this made sense. In a flash it was clear to me that this was a social frenzy—a fad that had overtaken the world in these dissociative times, as our culture is under threat, and our environment is imploding upon itself. None of what I had read was real, at least not in a biological or scientific sense.
Once I knew that, I could not sit idly by and move on with my life.
It was my duty I felt, to do my part to end this madness – not just for myself and my hapless son, who had been misled into the madness of gender delusion, but for other boys and girls and families embroiled in the mess. That conviction was all it took to set me upon the path to change the world. I pledged that I would do my part to help other parents, and to try to save them from the hopelessness, isolation, and distress of my first days in the upside-down clown world of trans.
I wasn’t alone. I found that thousands of others felt the same too. But all of us were cowed by the activists. We were afraid to reveal ourselves. We needed to protect our families. It wasn’t that everyone agreed with gender ideology, the stories weren’t out there because parents were scared. We wanted to leave it to others to fight this battle. We were told, protect yourselves, your kids, your families. That’s how you can make a difference. Stay quiet and save yourselves.
Some of us did that, and retreated into the background. Others could not. I was one of those that chose to stick my neck out, to refuse to hide. I looked around for those “others” that were going to go to war on my behalf. I looked left, looked right, and listened intently into the deafening silence. There was no one coming to our aid. It had to be me. And why not me?
So I picked up my laptop and decided to speak out. At first, it was just a tentative toe in the water. An article on Medium under a pseudonym. I’d never felt strongly enough about anything before to put my heart on a page, but this was different. This was my son and he was worth it. Besides others had to know that gender medicine was harmful and experimental, and that trans was not an immutable state. I was terrified when I hit publish that first time. But then I saw that people were reading what I had to say and reacting to it. I wrote again. This was pushback that activists had never seen before. I attracted some attention. And then, just like that, I was censored and my account was closed. I panicked and put the laptop on the shelf. It was too scary and I decided to retreat into silence again.
But, then I thought about it. In America— actually all over the supposed free world, free speech was being censored— parents were being muzzled and blocked from talking about very real, very serious health matters for their children! It was the straw that pushed me over the edge from casual dabbler to revolutionary.
I was not the only one on this trajectory. A group of parents, including me, wrote articles this Spring, determined to build awareness about our sons — to show the world what was happening, that “transgender” wasn’t the utopia it promised to be. Many of us were censored as I was, and experienced that same wakeup call from being silenced. From that little band of scared, concerned, demoralized parents, sprung a coalition of strong, determined parents.
With baby steps, we went from furtively posted essays sprinkled around the internet, to an army of moms and dads, telling our stories and fighting back. With every defeat, we became more determined, bolder, and more confident in our power and expertise. Today, others are emboldened by our work. Thousands hear what we have to say and their voices are joining with ours.
In the months since this all began for me, my child has desisted. He no longer believes he is trans, and he’s happily moving forward with his life in new, healthy directions. I was right, there was hope all along.
Once I was free of the worst case scenario myself (my child being irreversibly harmed in the name of gender), I could have taken the opportunity to run away from this terrifying gender cult, to hide my head in the sand once again. I chose to do the opposite. Instead, I have followed through on my pledge to raise awareness and to help other parents that are now where I once was, in a state of anguish and despair. To let other parents know that desistance is real.
Now, in part because of me, there will never again be another parent frantically googling for “desistance” and stories of kids that changed their minds about being trans, only to come up empty. No longer will parents be forced to conclude that hormones and “transition” are the ONLY path. We’ve changed that and there’s no going back. We are giving parents hope for their kids and their families. We’re giving parents the strength to resist and to safeguard their children from harm, and the tools and resources they need to stand up to bullying, activist therapists and doctors bent on transitioning their kids. I made a difference. It’s a tremendous feeling to know that’s possible.
We are building our momentum daily. Scientists and therapists are raising their voices along with ours. Soon even the New York Times and Washington Post will have to acknowledge our movement, the concerns about gender identity and trans ideology, and the very real concerns about the safeguarding of children. The dam of gender ideology is leaking like a sieve and commonsense is beginning to pour through. Abigail Shrier, Dr Will Malone, Stella O’Malley, Sasha Ayad, Graham Lineham, Maya Forstater, Helen Joyce, Colin Wright and others have punched some pretty big holes in that dam. But I, Anonymous Mom, made one of those holes too. And it all started with one essay, and one single step forward to raise my voice.
Think you can’t make a difference? I once thought so too, but I was wrong. Think you need to sit meekly and wait for others to do the work? I was wrong about that too, and so are you. If you agree with what the Parents of PITT have to say and if you think that the world doesn’t know the full story about gender identity ideology and transition, now’s your time to speak up or write as the case may be. Stand up and join us. Punch your own hole in that dam. You can change the world for the better.
So what comes next? Are you a parent with a story to tell? Now’s the time to add your voice to ours. Email us at: pitt@genspect.org
Originally published at https://pitt.substack.com/p/parents-you-can-stand-up-to-gender reproduced by kind permission.
