Regarding the grandparents, my daughter's middle name was in honor of her grandmother, who is almost 90. They were very close for nearly 30 years. Then my daughter got caught up in gender ideology and fully medicalized in less than a year. My daughter told me until just recently how much she loved her first name and middle name. Then she had her birth certificate altered erasing both first and middle name, and had her sex changed to male. Both myself and my daughter's grandmother feel devastated and betrayed by this choice/decision. We weren't asked and didn't give permission or consent and only found out because my daughter announced it on social media (holding her newly issued birth certificate).
My daughter's behavior seems selfish and cruel, particularly to her grandmother at the end of her life. Needless to say, my daughter is not visiting for the holidays, nor is she welcome to be honest. Finding joy isn't always possible on Christmas. Sometimes we just aim to survive the day.
I'm not the only parent who once had a loving relationship become unrecognizable at the same time as the body of the adult child was changed beyond recognition too. There are hardly any words to describe this pain and tragedy adequately.
Regarding the grandparents, my daughter's middle name was in honor of her grandmother, who is almost 90. They were very close for nearly 30 years. Then my daughter got caught up in gender ideology and fully medicalized in less than a year. My daughter told me until just recently how much she loved her first name and middle name. Then she had her birth certificate altered erasing both first and middle name, and had her sex changed to male. Both myself and my daughter's grandmother feel devastated and betrayed by this choice/decision. We weren't asked and didn't give permission or consent and only found out because my daughter announced it on social media (holding her newly issued birth certificate).
My daughter's behavior seems selfish and cruel, particularly to her grandmother at the end of her life. Needless to say, my daughter is not visiting for the holidays, nor is she welcome to be honest. Finding joy isn't always possible on Christmas. Sometimes we just aim to survive the day.
I'm not the only parent who once had a loving relationship become unrecognizable at the same time as the body of the adult child was changed beyond recognition too. There are hardly any words to describe this pain and tragedy adequately.