How’s your kid doing now?
Getting good treatment hopefully.
By the time the disorder was confirmed, it was too late.
When she hit puberty, her body started to masculinize naturally. The adrenal receptors in her brain were recognizing free-floating adrenal androgens as testosterone and tried to program her body to develop as a boy. Masculine body and facial hair, deep voice, musculature, the works. It was like living in a twilight zone episode watching my pretty little girl morph into a weird looking boy.
We would have needed to start treatment when she was still very young.
Not all kids born with her condition will experience gender dysphoria. Of those that do, roughly 80% will cease being dysphoric by the time puberty ends (as late as 18 to 20, depending on when the hyperandrogenism stops). We burned up God’s ears praying it would stop.
She is one of the unlucky .001%. At 20, she chose to present as male. Most people presumed she was already.
She’s in college now for her Bachelor’s in microbiology, is a student teacher due to exceptional grades, is rocking the Dean’s List, and working part-time. She’s been in a long-term relationship with another trans person. Now that my health is failing (thanks to Fauci’s bioweapon), she’s been helping a lot around the house and cooking delicious food for me. All those Sundays baking and cooking with me after church paid off. It wasn’t just fun in the kitchen with Mom, she really learned to make some great meals. Her cookies and treats are heavenly; her roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes would impress even Gordon Ramsey.
She’s focused more on healthy stuff for me now. Over the last 8 months, my overall health has tanked. From a fit and successful working wife and mom to disabled, housebound, and lucky to be alive; it has been a tough haul on the family.
I feel bad now that I don’t have the strength to do that anymore. She comes to me with what sounds like amazing recipes, but when Sunday rolls around, I’m usually too ill to join her. We settle for long talks in the living room, instead.
It doesn’t matter to me what she looks like; that is just her shell. Her soul, who she is as a person, has not changed. God blessed me with a smart, loving, hardworking, and talented child. People on the internet will judge, but they will have to answer to God for any lies against my kid.