Of all the issues related to pediatric transition, the indoctrination of very young children into delusional, anti-science ideology is among the most disturbing to me. Preschoolers programmed with picture book gender dogma. Confused kids of parents who transitioned from mom to dad considered “douchebags” for not using the correct pronouns.
And here comes another little kid brainwashing story, dutifully carried by Cosmopolitan magazine. This one is a double whammy: not only has the 7-year-old girl already been “transitioned” to a boy; “he” is being intentionally taught that people can defy the objective realities of human reproduction ….just because they feel like it.
Do boys have uta-whatevers?
And here came the tricky part. My son is transgender, meaning that he was assigned female at birth and transitioned to male. How did I explain this process without including gender?
Something I’m noticing lately about these daily trans kid stories: the parents seem to completely jettison any possibility that some of these younger kids might change their minds. Isn’t that the whole point, supposedly, of the “puberty blockers” they’ll get later? To “buy time” to allow the kid to make a final decision when they’re older? This mom talks about her first grader like it’s a done deal. “Transitioned” to male. Past tense. Said and done.
Because the truth is, some boys do have uta-whatevers. And some girls have penises. And there was a very real possibility that my son might give birth to a baby of his own someday and become a father.
No, “the truth is” your daughter has a uterus and might someday be a mother.
But parenting no longer has to involve teaching children about reality. If this first grader wishes she were a boy, mom’s job is to warp and bend the truth of mammalian sexual dimorphism into language that fits her child’s (and more importantly, her own) fantasy.
It’s bad enough that trans adults are insisting that midwives expunge any words describing actual science when they talk about giving birth. But that parents of little children are brainwashing their offspring with a belief system with no more veracity than Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny is beyond mind-boggling.
But only if I managed to explain this process in a way that didn’t scar him for life. So here goes.
Scar “him” for life. So if she said that women have uteruses and vaginas, and men have penises, this would psychologically damage the kid beyond repair, just hearing such blasphemy? (I choose the word “blasphemy” deliberately, because this strict adherence to received truth, to the belief system promoted by the trans activists, is non-negotiable; any apostasy is forbidden.) But how can a first grader who is asking how babies are made, for the very first time, be permanently ruined by being taught a scientific truth so basic, so uncontroversial?
Are we entering an age when, if a child “feels” the earth is flat, we must teach the child this is true? But won’t s/he be psychologically destroyed anyway, on learning that the vast majority of humans on the planet know it is round? Which is more “scarring:” being taught a lie which this child will inevitably learn contradicts objective reality; or being taught the empirically verifiable truth accepted by most reasonably intelligent human beings on planet Earth?
“You remember how we talked about the different body parts that people have?”
“A bagina and a penis?”
“Vagina, and yes. Those parts are used in making babies.”
This ship was sinking fast. I tried harder. “We call them reproductive organs, and these organs produce different things. The penis makes sperm, and the vagina and uterus, along with some other parts, make eggs.”
Up until as recently as 5 or 10 years ago, mom would have been considered basically on the right track (except for the fact that the penis isn’t what makes sperm, and the vagina and uterus don’t make eggs, but whatever, “A” for effort). But not in 2015. No, even talking about the actual body parts involved in sexual reproduction meant she was on a slippery slope. In danger of her child being scarred for life. Because reality was intruding a little too much. So much that, uh-oh, the kid actually figured it out!
My son stared at me for a couple seconds and I could see the wheels turning, the thoughts flying, the cylinders firing off. I was a little bit afraid of what was going to come out next.
“So a mommy makes an egg and a daddy makes a sperm and they put it together in the uta—”
Oops. The first grader was smart enough to grasp some facts that a steady diet of trans Kool-Aid had washed away from Mom’s 5th-grade-biology-class memory banks.
Uta-whatever, but no, that wasn’t quite right.
Sometimes mommies make sperm and sometimes daddies make eggs. Sometimes a baby has two mommies or two daddies, and that’s a whole different process to make those babies. Sometimes parents can’t make a baby at all and they adopt someone else’s baby. Or doctors help them make a baby. Or someone else carries the baby for them in his or her uta-whatever.
Except for the first sentence, Mom isn’t actually mis-educating her kid. But oh, that first sentence.
On first reading, these kinds of stories, which are appearing more and more often, strike me as parodies. Certainly, in the halcyon days of Monty Python, they would have been parodies. And the part of me that appreciates a good satire can get a chuckle out of them.
But it’s a short-lived mirth. Because this particular “struggle against reality” has succeeded far beyond what even the most clever satirist could ever imagine.