I agree. I would never ever EVER, even on my worst and most evil day wish this on my worst enemy. Even if I had one.
Its bad enough that some of us have to wrestle with this. And many of us only come up with alcohol and drug abuse as well as suicide for an answer.
For some of us, not understanding what's going on with us, the discovery that there is actually a name such as "gender dysphoria syndrome" comes as a shock at first, and then sometimes relief at the knowing that we 'aren't really alone'.
But we are.
Family and friends fall away because they don't understand, and what's worse; they don't want to.
We're evil, we're weird, we're sick, we're twisted, we're sex fiends. Nothing that we can do will change such mindless hatred.
And what's the worst for me, is the dis-acceptance and talk behind my back by three of my four adult children.
I've been forbidden to see two grandchildren who live across the country from me. Their father moved there and made it clear that he wanted no contact with me. "The father I knew is dead".
The other two disapprove of my choice to proceed with my decision to undergo surgery.
Hell, they had enough trouble with my diagnosis!!
But the worst thing of all for me is the knowledge that despite my best efforts to knit together a semblance of family while my children were growing up, despite my best efforts at fighting for my right to see and visit with my children (long before my dysphoria was even known of), and despite my best efforts at being close to my children, those 'bonds', that 'weave', 'knit', call it what you will... It was broken so easily.
Only my relationship with my daughter remains true. I do talk to my oldest son two or three times a year, and one son will talk to me and tells me that he is reconciled to my right to go ahead with my life. But that second son has spoken rudely and vilely about my choices, even speaking that way to one of my daughter's children, my middle grandson.
I have been accepted by my three grandchildren by my daughter. They even call me 'grandma! My daughter has honored me for years as both mother and father because I "was always there". Through everything, I did make it my 'reason for being' to 'be there's for all of my children.
But sadly, it's sometimes... oftentimes just not enough. And for me, nothing could ever hurt worse.
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