My best friend went down the embracing and supporting route. She did everything she could to help her daughter be who she was, a boy and not a girl. She called her by the new chosen name. She driver her to a ‘rainbow group’. She took her to Pride marches, even organising a float through her workplace festooned with rainbows and trans flags. New clothes, new haircuts, new friends.
After eighteen months of this the child tried to kill herself. She was hospitalised and her stomach pumped. Three weeks later she tried to hang herself from a tree. She started counselling. It was discovered that she had been cutting her arms for months.
And it came out that she didn’t think she was trans. She was a girl after all. She was too scared to tell her parents and they had been so supportive and gone out of their way to welcome her new boy persona Their new son.
She was embarrassed that the school, her friends and her family would all have to be told that she was just Emma again. That they would have to get rid of all of those clothes and buy even more things. She was worried that someone at Rainbow group would find out and be disappointed in her.
Who knows what would have happened if her parents hadn’t been so supportive of her. Would it have just passed by as a fad like how kids get obsessed with yo-yos or saying six seven? if they had just said ‘you can’t change sex, you can wear what you like and I couldn’t care less if you change your name to Jaxon but you can’t become a boy’.
She’s tried to kill herself five times at least. Every morning my friend is worried until she sees her again in case she has killed herself during the night.