My mum came blackberry picking with us today. I've talked about my mum in the past, but I don't expect anyone to remember me or what I've said about her.
When it was just her and I she raised me with strong secular and feminist values, and then she had my brother, and my brother matured, and became an emotionally vulnerable adult who happened to get into a relationship with a he/him who regularly swaps to a they/them and back to a she/her faster than you can blink. I think my mum sees my brothers vulnerability and has thus adopted the pseudoscience of gender ideology as fact and her professional position makes her feel like a bit of an authority on the topic too.
In the first part of the tribunal we were at loggerheads, to the point where I would leave if she brought it up.
Today though, out blackberry picking, I brought up the doctored notes and the discrepancy between SPs and DUs statements about the state of undress of DU and my flabbers were ghasted when she stopped me and said "hang on a tick... isn't this meant to be a single sex provision?!"
My mum who for the past 15 years has been a be kind mantra touting trans rights activist might be peaking.
It's early days, I can't know for sure, but I know this case has already peaked her mother, my grandmother, whom I live with.
I dont know, maybe I'm clutching at a slither of hope but it feels like for a long time my mum has seen through the fanciful sob stories and is starting to see the damage. I think she might also be realising that this could have professional ramifications for her and she's extremely work proud.
Anyway, that blackberry crumble we made today was probably the best blackberry crumble we have ever made together for quite a few reasons.