On the way home from a therapy session with my son, he turned to me and said, "I have something to tell you but I don't know how to. I guess I'll just say it. I want to be a girl." I felt hysterical. Through laughter and tears I said, "You're joking right? This can't be real." After all we'd been through, after all I'd tried to help him through, now this? Cutting, depression, suicidal, defiance, pushing me away...all the while me telling him I loved him and would help him through. I got him medical and therapy help. We went several times a week. He was admitted to a youth home for suicide prevention. While there, I cleaned my house out of all medications including over the counter, anything he could use as a weapon on himself. I begged the school for help and they said they couldn't help me. Another youth that went to the school had just died and they needed to use all of their staff to assist grieving students. They forgot about him, they forgot about us. My husband is and always has been in denial so he is also no help. I have another son who is autistic and I've taken him to therapy sessions for years for him to learn how to deal with everyday life.
Before he told me he wanted to be a girl, I had dropped him off at a friend's house for the day and picked him up after work. He had marks on his neck when he got home and I thought it looked like marks from "the choking game" if any of you know what that is. He said no and that he was gay. How could my child have been allowed to be alone long enough for him to get these "marks" on his neck when both parents were home? Was this sexual? I thought this was the end of the world. I don't know what exactly happened that day but he wasn't allowed back. Now I had to come to grips with that my son is gay or actually bi-sexual as he later told me. I wondered how this could be. What did I do wrong? My family and friends would never accept this. My husband said, "Over my dead body." about him being gay. More therapy, more talks, more trying to understand, and more of me assuring my son that I love him no matter what. I thought this was the absolute worst thing that could happen....I was wrong.
When he told me he wanted to be a girl, I felt like my life was over. Like the world had stopped and I could no longer breathe. Couldn't he just go back to being only gay? How can I accept this? He wanted me to call him a girl's name and refer to him as her. No, he's my baby boy! He's not a girl, he's a boy! He's never given signs of being at all feminine. Nothing...never wanted to put on girl's clothes, shoes, makeup....how did this happen? I can't breathe. Life is over. Crying again, silently, alone. How would I explain to family, how could I expect them accept this? I'll keep it hidden away, a secret, and it will eventually go away. No one will know. Why does this have to be all about him? What about me? I have depression and anxiety that started when my younger son was diagnosed with autism and needed help. I am on medication to keep me going day by day but this is too much, too powerful......
They don't know I have depression issues. I keep the medicine hidden. I have to be strong for everyone but what I really want to do is curl up in my bed, cover my head with the covers, and stay there forever. Safe, away from reality, while the world goes on without me. I don't want to come out until everything is "normal" again. Why my child? How do I explain this? I can't breathe.....All I can do is cry in the dark and pretend to be strong in the day.
I know it's terrible for me to admit feeling this way. I know I should just accept this and love my son the way I always have. I'm losing him. He is no longer the little boy I raised. He is like a stranger now. I will always love who he was but I don't know who this new person is anymore.