This is a story of social media addiction, performative wokeness, and child abuse.

Why my child wanted me to share their nonbinary identity in our holiday card

It was a November morning, and as I was about to share on social media, I paused and re-read my words for the 10th time: “I’d like you all to meet Clark (formerly known as Claire). Clark prefers they/them/he pronouns and would like to be known as my kid/my son who is nonbinary. Clark asked us to tell our friends and family who they are now.”

My heart beat like a drum and my palms were pure sweat. Before this moment, I had only told a few trusted mom friends. My in-laws knew. But by sharing our new family holiday photo — my twins at a public garden in Pasadena — it would be clear that Claire was now Clark.

I took a deep breath and clicked, making my post live. I was scared of what conservative family members on Facebook would think. I feared people would judge my parenting choices on Instagram. The online world is far more terrifying than my liberal Los Angeles neighborhood where Clark is one of several nonbinary children.

Our family’s transition started with the most mundane dilemma — a pile of dirty laundry. It was a summer morning. We forgot to wash the kids’ clothes and it was time to go to preschool. Clark threw a fit that there were only skirts in their dresser while their twin, Chloe, was fully dressed. My husband and I cajoled Clark (then Claire) to “just get dressed.” After crying, Clark finally said, “I don’t feel like me in skirts.” It was the moment I realized that how we reacted would forever be cemented in my child’s mind. I dug a pair of shorts out of the laundry hamper, did a sniff test, and handed them over. Clark’s tears dried. Their smile appeared. I knelt down to my sweet child. “Do you want me to get rid of your skirts and dresses?” They nodded.

At bedtime, I introduced a children’s book I bought. When we read “It Feels Good to Be Yourself: A Book About Gender Identity” by Theresa Thorn, Clark pointed to the page with the nonbinary description and said, “That’s how I feel. I don’t feel like a boy or a girl.” I borrowed “Born Ready: The True Story of a Boy Named Penelope” by Jodie Patterson from our local library. As I read it, Clark inched closer to the pictures of short-haired, tie-wearing Penelope. A bright smile took over their face. “I feel the same way too!” Clark exclaimed.

My brave kid stood up in front of their kindergarten classroom and told their friends that they were now Clark. They asked to use the gender-neutral bathroom at school. When we arrived at their after school program to tell the staff, one teacher said, “Clark already told us.” I was amazed to see that my kid’s name tags on the table and cubbies were already changed.

After I posted our holiday photo, I obsessively checked Facebook and Instagram, fearing the worst. Surprisingly, I saw the best. Comments rolled in, like “Hi Clark! We love you.” Or, “Welp, here I am crying happy tears. This is wonderful. You are all wonderful.” Hearts, likes, and hugs came through. In my DMs, friends reached out to connect me to other families with transgender or nonbinary kids. Other parents sent me emails applauding our support of Clark and how their authenticity inspired them.

I showed Chloe and Clark all the supportive comments. I read each one aloud. They were amazed that so many people said such nice things. Before they went to bed that night, I sat with them on our living room couch — a place where I used to tandem nurse them —and told Chloe and Clark I was very proud. Proud of Chloe for loving and supporting her twin, and of Clark for sharing their identity with people. My twins were mystified. “Mommy, why would anyone not love someone for who they are?” I struggled to answer this question. I came up with: “Sometimes, people are scared of what they don’t know and they let their fear get in the way.” Chloe and Clark were still baffled, but accepted my answer.

That night, I told Brendan I was amazed by how people responded. I felt so much lighter now that I had shared what I had feared. In my post, I had written: “I ask that if you disagree with our family’s choice — that you tell me privately in a message — rather than put it in a public comment.” I received zero negative messages.

Note the boldest text.

This little girl didn’t want to wear a skirt one summer day.  That very night, mom read her books about gender non-conforming/transgender children

By the beginning of the school year the little girl had changed her name and appearance.

This is a kindergarten aged child.

Mom put all of this on social media with alacrity and checked it “obsessively” for positive feedback about how good and affirming a mom she is.

There are several other gender non-conforming children in her neighborhood.

For decades the rate of transgenderism was understood to be roughly 0.04%.  That is 4 in 10,000 people.

There are several in her liberal neighborhood.

Having a gender non-conforming child in Progressives LA is practically keeping up with the Joneses.

Conspicuous consumerism is passe, conspicuous Wokeness is the new trend.  For a suburban mom, nothing is more conspicuously Woke than supporting their gender non-conforming or transgender child.

This is child abuse.

This is how medical mutilations like my previous post, teenagers having double mastectomies by Mengele-esque criminals against humanity, happen.

This is a societal sickness, exacerbated by social media.  It must be stopped.

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By J. Kb

12 thoughts on “The gender transition reckoning must include social media”
  1. Have been noticing that very thing for a few years now.

    Oh… it is cool on-line to be non-binary, so that is what I will declare myself to be. Oh, I am a loser in men’s sports, so I will transition to woman’s sports and win. COVID will kill you unless you double mask, with surgical tape sealing the edges, and wear a face mask, and stay 1,000 yards away from anyone you do not know is vaccinated, and…..

    Because social media says so.

    Now, here is a little girl being pushed into being a boy by her Mother because she did not want to wear a skirt. And??? I remember asking my Mom to put makeup on me when I was a little boy. It was because I wanted to be like Mom, and she wore makeup. A few weeks later, I wanted to be called by my middle name, because it was the same as my Dad’s, and I wanted to be like Dad.

    It is called childhood, and parents that push this gender change crap on their kids in any way should have CPS take them away.

  2. Make sure to be just as accepting when the children get tired of the identity game and become “normal”, with all the strengths and quirks that comes with the territory.

    1. Therein lies the problem.

      These parents are so eager to gain the social capital that they would gladly push their child into puberty blockers, surgery, and even suicide. Just to be one of the cool people with transgender children.

  3. Gender dysmorphia cannot be diagnosed in pre-pubescent children. It’s literally built into the DSRM-V diagnostic criteria. This child is being manipulated by their mother in a bizarre form of Munchausen by Proxy… for “likes” on InstaGratification Book.


    1. Indeed, Ish. But unfortunately lots of politicians and mentally defective school administrators (a status that is a job requirement as far as I can tell) completely ignore that obvious fact.

  4. I hope the kids survive, grow to adulthood, go to law school, and sue the holy freaking dog shit out of their abusers.

    All of them.

    Licensed as well as “birthing assholes” ( because those toads are no parents)

    (And, I apologize to toads everywhere for the defamation of their good name)

  5. It’s a good thing this crap wasn’t around when my wife was a little girl; she would have been declared a little boy in a girl’s body, and pushed into transitioning before she had any idea what the whole boy/girl business was about.
    Back when the exciting new mental illness of “sexual identity disorder” was announced (because homosexuality was being eliminated as a diagnosis), I noted that it could be applied to darn near anyone outside of a 1950s TV show, and worried about the potential for misuse.
    Now the absurdly common sexual identity disorder has been conflated with the exceedingly rare gender dysphoria, and drastic treatments (possibly not even appropriate for most cases of actual gender dysphoria) are being applied to the mildly non-conforming.
    And girls who used to be called “tomboys” and who would ordinarily grow up to be strong, confident, relatable women are being transmogrified into weak, confused, miserable ersatz boys. This is called Progress.

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