I'm sharing with you an article

It's not a particularly good article, and I certainly wouldn't say that it was eye opening or even remotely educational and maybe it is completely wrong for me to say that but it's my opinion. The article is shit. Yet it's an article that hits home for us, and one that when I first saw it, I had high hopes for. See this article is a haunting reminder that the biggest thing going on in our lives is something no one really wants to talk about. Not really. It's like that mysterious smell on the bus not bad or good just unknown, everyone knows it's there, and they understand that it's part of riding the bus, but no one really wants to investigate why or what the smell is. So we talk about it in small snippets. So that while on the bus everyone understands and accepts that there is a smell and they smile and nod, maybe they exchange friendly glances and share ideas of what the smell is. Maybe they know the smell from their own lives, or someone close to them but then they get off the bus and they go on with their day forgetting that for some that mysterious unknown smell is always there. It never goes away. Some of you might think me very crass for using the example of a smell on the bus to explain the world view on the subject at hand but it was in my mind what fit.
I read this article hoping that it would help shed some light on our journey with childhood onset Gender Dysphoria, but it didn't. They never do. They never offer any time of help. They never give hope that movement is being made to change things. They never talk about what parents can do, or what our government isn't doing. They don't talk about the health insurance road blocks, and out of pocket cost for counselling. They just say "here is another kid like yours." and that use to be enough for me, to feel like I wasn't alone, wasn't crazy, but its not anymore. We have reached an age where things need to start being decided. We've reached an age where we can't keep saying "is this real?"
People think that parents like us who choose to support our children go into easily. They think we choose to be so liberal and free parenting, as if the thought of our decision doesn't linger on our minds every moment through every day.
I'm sharing this article because of one paragraph in the whole thing:

"Tyler made his public debut at Sunday school at their Presbyterian church.
The teenagers who help out in class laughed that it took Kathryn’s parents so long to figure out they had a Tyler.The pastor there was so supportive of the family that she invited a panel from a transgender support group to come just before services one Sunday in January and explain what Tyler and his family were going through. The room was packed."

It has been people of religion who have been both, the most supportive, and the most hateful through our journey so far. The line between the rights and wrongs and how the bible defines them could not be more different coming from the same book. I am forever changed because of the hate I have witnessed in God's name. I can't go back, and I am just the mother.
I would give anything to have my daughter back. Move mountains, worship Gods, take the magic pill into the matrix if it meant that I could have my curly haired, little girl back, but not if for even a moment it meant making her hate herself. Not if even for a split second it made her wish she was never born. Because I will take the hate mail, the stares, the questions, and the death threats. I will take them all into my heart and let them make their shadows there if it means that my child can feel whole, and if the time ever comes that my daughter comes back to me I will not for a moment regret or fear my choices because I know, I know even with all of my moments of doubt in his existence I know that God would want me to love my son as he so greatly loved his own.

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