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I am part of a parent support group of Scottish parents who want to take a group action against the Scottish Government for teaching an uncontested ideology in schools to our vulnerable children which has resulted in the schools socially transitioning our children, some without parental support. We all have trans identified children who have mental health problems as well as other comorbidities such as adhd, asd, ocd.

None of our children showed any dysphoria or opposite sex ideation before the school taught them it's possible to be born in the wrong body.

One of my children became obsessed with labels—identifying into a corner. The other became withdrawn and volatile. Both began to see me not as their mum, but as a threat. And still—I loved them. Still, I kept trying. But it nearly destroyed me.

The suicidal thoughts weren’t theoretical. There were nights when I thought, “Maybe they’d all be better off without me. Maybe if I disappeared, they’d finally get the help they need.” That’s where this ideology drove me: to the point where death felt easier than carrying on fighting the entire system alone.

And I am alone. The schools are captured. The mental health services are captured. Even people I once trusted either fell silent or turned on me. No one wants to be the one to say the obvious—that these children are not well, that this ideology is not helping, that parents like me are not bigots, we’re desperate.

This isn’t the family I raised. Our home used to be loud and loving and real. Now it’s strained and quiet. We avoid topics. We tiptoe around each other. The fear is constant—fear of another referral, fear of what’s happening inside their heads, fear of what I’ll find next time I check their arms.

This ideology doesn’t heal. It divides. It hides real pain behind a political mask and punishes anyone who notices. It has already taken too much from me—from us. My mental health is in tatters. My marriage is under strain. My younger child is often confused and frightened.

And yet, I am still here. Because I know who my children are underneath all of this. And I will never stop believing that the truth matters. I will never stop being their mother. But I am begging—begging—for someone to listen. Before more of us are lost.