What happens if a parent refuses to let their child be transgender? What happens if the parent tries their hardest not to allow their child to be trans, like flushing every bottle of their trans child's HRT down the toilet?

I've never had a paying job. I married the first person I ever dated. I don't have a college degree, I have scant life experience except as a damned good Nanny, and self-taught naturalist, perhaps. I'm 61 years old. I have lived a blighted life: I'm not stupid by any means, but I'm certainly no success story. I've gotten by through being ornery and cussed beyond belief. I have no idea what old age holds, except that my remaining siblings don't talk to me, and neither does the family I had while married. Their father has erased me and bills his new spouse, former affair partner, as their mother. I took care of them for three decades; I think I deserve better than that.

Gender identity belongs to the person who expresses it, as surely as eye color, hair color, height. You can deny its expression but there is a price that gets paid and it's a severe one.

[1973, on vacation with my grandparents in NH]

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Past puberty, life became unpleasant. I heard my parent say hateful things about a Butch/femme couple living next door. "There goes that woman who thinks she a man!" was hissed contemptuously. I filed that away in the Not Safe To Be Me category in my mind. Kids at school were even uglier. My nickname among them was Sasquatch, for my great size and silent demeanor. In high school I spent most of my time alone in the library (that's where I encountered the writings of Thomas Merton, mentioned earlier today), never talking, never dating, barely scraping by academically. Parent dragged me to an unethical therapist, who attempted to bully me into being more feminine. I soon discerned neither this person nor my parent actually gave a fat flying fuck about anything except my performance, academic and otherwise. They wanted my misery shut right down, period. Comply or else.

In the 1970s, information about transgender people, while it existed, was hard to come by. I had a friend from the UK who worked in a hospital and he said that the hospital had a medical library. He researched in the library and the entire process sounded so horrible and daunting that it put him right off it, for years (we were transition siblings, he transitioned finally, in his fifties).

None of it worked. I was a hellion. I shot cap guns, dissected stuff the cat caught, played football with my bros, learned how to box and wrestle, and could wallop a baseball to home run status easily. That was me, that was who I was.

Im a 14 year old girl who doesnt want to wear a hijab but my parents force me to wear one. It makes me dislike it more. Im not ready for one no matter what people say and they get really mad at me. I have bad grades and no motivation. What do I do?

You can use me as a Case Study.

So think carefully, WHY would you want to blight your child's life, Why would you want them to feel despondent and hopeless, so you can have a "proper" son or daughter who only behaves and thinks in your approved manner? How'd you like to exist under the Thought Police?

For me, as a pre-teen, there was zero information.

Ive been pretending to be okay and acting as normal as possible, but Im actually completely heartbroken after a recent breakup. Its painful and really affecting me, to the point where I cant concentrate at work, Ive lost my appetite, I cant sleep, and It feels as if my whole world has been turned upside down. I loved him so much. He said so many cruel things to me and it made me realize he must not have loved me the way I loved him, or he wouldnt have said such horrible things. How do I handle the heartbreak and why cant I accept that he didnt love me and just forget about him?

I chose Or Else, and would wander into parent's bedroom nightly and contemplate her basket of sedatives, bottles of sleeping pills and Valium that she used to cope with her own shit. When not actively contemplating death, I wrote and read, always alone.

Children don't GET HRT, not then and not even now. Only adolescents past Tanner Stage 2 can get medical care, if their parents are humane enough and sagacious enough.

So "what happens if a parent refuses to allow their child to be who they really are?" You get a person like me, if you're lucky. Or a 💀 child, like Leelah Acorn, https://time.com/3655718/leelah-alcorn-suicide-transgender-therapy/

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My parents made it absolutely clear that my role as their youngest daughter was to be a proper feminine being. That's why I had long hair. "Girls have long hair." The clothing issue was taken care of by poverty and my being seven years younger than my sister Lee. Her stuff plain old didn't fit. That left my brothers' clothing. Suited me just fine. Deportment-wise, I was forever being hounded to "walk like a lady," "sit like a lady," and so forth.

if you're not. Do you enjoy Russian Roulette? Using your child, of course.