And I just want to scream.
Have had 3 years of my eldest, now 21, being trans masc. I'm relatively at peace with that now - I made sure she did not make any drastic life or physical changes until I had her in treatment for her co-morbid mental health issues. She seems pretty sane about it all, and as she's getting older and her brain more mature, I do feel it becomes less and less my business. (She is classic ROGD). What she chooses as an adult is her business and I can live with that.
But now I have my 15 year old son telling me he is dysphoric. I am stressed out of my brain because my dh has been in the ICU this month (long story but he nearly died) and our financial position is dire...ds and I had some convos about it in the past and he is weirdly GC in some ways (doesn't believe in gendered souls) but he is still sucked in to this idea that the discomfort he feels about his maleness and his male body right now could mean he is meant to be female.
He is pretty disappointed that I affirm the feelings but not the narrative. He's upset. He says his counsellor told him he is dysphoric (he's supposed ot be seeing her for low mood and anxiety, which I attribute to family history, social difficulties, and some vicarious trauma through the last few years of dd being in and out of hospital, and a distant relationship with dh).
I can't even type the words I want to say, but I am so sick of dealing with this social contagion.
And I just feel totally a failure that this thing has hit my family twice. I feel like I must have invited it in somehow.
I know all the things to do. He already knows that he can be gender non conforming and I will support him. He knows that I won't allow hormonal or medical input, or affirm social transition in the home. I gently challenge some of the cognitive distortions he has, and give him lots of hugs,
I've told him how normal these very intense feelings around our bodies can be, how there are ways to cope with that distress that don't foreclose early on one's life choices. He's still crying and upset and I feel quite worried for him.
I am exhausted. I mean, Im exhausted anyway - the last few years with dd, dh, serious illness, financial woes - but this. This gender poison. I feel sickened with fear and sorrow and distress and also anger. Genderists, get your claws out of the world my kids live in.
I know there's no advice anyone can give that I don't already now. I just had to get it off my chest or go mad.