“No, I don’t want to put my daughter on blockers, but I will if that’s what she says she’s ready for because that’s what she needs,” I responded exhaling all the tightness I felt building in my shoulders and neck.
None of this is about what I want, nor is it about what my child wants. Does she want someone to check her genitals repeatedly so we can catch Tanner 2? No. Does she want to have medicine injected in her? No. Does she want to have nightmares that she will wake up and look like a man? No. Does she want to live her life truthfully as the person she knows herself to be? Yes.