Title says it all really. I'm fiercely GC, have been since my children were toddlers and sticking playdough up their noses.
Now they're teens. One 16, one 13, both female, but they're both now not identifying as girls. The older one is non-binary, uses them/they pronouns, dresses fairly androgynously. The younger one changes their identity on a daily basis, dresses to the feminine stereotype, but tonight spat at me that I'm transphobic for not agreeing to use he/him pronouns.
I will go as far as using them/they pronouns for both of them. I will call them my children instead of my daughters. I will even buy them binders so that they get decent ones, not cheap damaging knock-offs. But I HATE every aspect of it.
My theory is that the teen years are for trying on a whole range of hats to see what fits. And if I make it easy for them to try this hat on, then it will be just as easy for them to take it off. Whereas if I fight them too hard and tell them they can't explore the insanity that is gender identity, they will push back and clutch that hat to their heads long after they've realised it doesn't fit at all. I reckon I'll save my fight for if and when I believe they're in real danger, like if they ever start talking about medical options.
It's just so hard, to have to nod and agree to their ridiculous terms, even though it flies in the face of everything I believe in. I've tried to gently explain my viewpoint, encourage them to just 'be' instead of hanging restrictive labels on themselves. But they just rattle the party lines back at me - I'm old, I'm transphobic, I just don't understand, trans people are dying every day because of bigoted people like me, I'm rejecting who they are and it's painful for them to hear how I hate this aspect of them....
After this blowout with the younger one tonight, they're both sleeping in the elder one's room, sharing how hard it is to be trans and queer in such a toxic environment, but at least they have each other.
They hang with the 'queer' crowd at school, the whole alphabet soup, every one of the gang with a different identity: the beautiful gay boy who is now identifying as a women, the autistic girl who now identifies as a boy because 'he' can't cope with having periods and breasts (and all the baggage that comes with the female anatomy).
I get that being a young woman is terrifying. I remember the horror as you realise how absolutely abhorrent the stereotype is that you're being pushed into. And I get that my generation all went though "I'm not like the other girls" without realising that all the other girls were feeling the same way. And now this generation is going through "I'm not a girl" for exactly the same reasons.
But my girls can't see that now, they think I'm just bigoted and hateful, and it hurts so much that I'm hurting them.
Anyone here with me?