The doctors and activists are culpable. The doctors asked them if they would rather have a live son or a dead daughter, because she would likely commit suicide if she couldn’t transition. The parents didn’t want their kid to die.
Absolutely. But parents sole responsibility is to protect their kids so why did they not go get a second opinion when this IS not a light subject to trifle with?
I’d put my kid in a motor home and drive back and forth across the country! I’d spend the hours quietly talking to her or to myself until she allowed my words to penetrate the darkness ! I’d show her beautiful sunrises , sunsets and different facets of the moon each evening ! I’d speak of the magestic landscapes that changed as we rolled through the countryside ! Id stop at AA and NA meetings and let her here miracle stories of people who clung onto hope in order to survive another day! I’d show her poor neighborhoods where parents were struggling to feed their children to show her what sufffering with a broken heart really looks like . I’d take her to cemeteries and let her hear the wails of people who demonstrated what true pain really looked like ! I’d go on and on and never stop believing that love never fails and all will be ok as long as I didn’t give up ! God save our children! !
Sigh, I hate to see messed up kids because of dumb parents. ..
The doctors and activists are culpable. The doctors asked them if they would rather have a live son or a dead daughter, because she would likely commit suicide if she couldn’t transition. The parents didn’t want their kid to die.
Absolutely. But parents sole responsibility is to protect their kids so why did they not go get a second opinion when this IS not a light subject to trifle with?
I’d put my kid in a motor home and drive back and forth across the country! I’d spend the hours quietly talking to her or to myself until she allowed my words to penetrate the darkness ! I’d show her beautiful sunrises , sunsets and different facets of the moon each evening ! I’d speak of the magestic landscapes that changed as we rolled through the countryside ! Id stop at AA and NA meetings and let her here miracle stories of people who clung onto hope in order to survive another day! I’d show her poor neighborhoods where parents were struggling to feed their children to show her what sufffering with a broken heart really looks like . I’d take her to cemeteries and let her hear the wails of people who demonstrated what true pain really looked like ! I’d go on and on and never stop believing that love never fails and all will be ok as long as I didn’t give up ! God save our children! !