Sword of Damocles

I have daydreaming fantasies where I go into school and say why are you telling my children that they can be boys?  They look embarrassed. They agree it's preposterous and start supporting us as a family with two autistic wee girls. We grow up together as a family through teenagedom without the sceptre of gender doom hanging over our lives like I hope the sword of Damocles hangs over the adults who push this on them.

I drift into a version of me who was automatically aware of what was going on, wasn't blindsided and didn’t lose years to lockdown confusion, panic, and frantic research just trying to understand what was happening to my children.

I watch myself be all mama bear strong, confident and armed with all the knowledge and language I didnt have at the time. I march up to the school, sit them down and tell them the unimaginable path they are setting my vulnerable autistic children on. 

Then I snap out of it. 

My heart racing. 

My eyes welling. 

My anger growing. 

My self loathing rising. 

My impotence showing. 

My tears falling.

Sometimes I have daydreaming fantasies.

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Tell the adults in your child’s life that your child is not born in the wrong body, before it’s too late.