Warning: Please be advised this episode contains descriptions of a sexual nature.
“My daughter was groomed into being trans-identified at 13. It began innocently enough with a friend joking with her that she was bossy- planting a seed that would grow into the belief that take-charge girls are like boys.”
A heartfelt account of how a mother uncovered the online sexual grooming of her child through the declaration of a trans-identity. She describes the role of social media and schools in cultivating a trans identity in her daughter.
Transcript
I am the parent of a female child with rapid onset of gender dysphoria, or ROGD.
When my daughter developed ROGD, she threw away her feminine clothes, cut her hair short, refused to go out without a chest binder, and stop shaving. She came up with a new male name, along with male pronouns. With ROGD, the change is abrupt without warning, thus the term rapid, but that term is deceiving. Gender Dysphoria does not spring up organically, as the gender ideologues proclaim. Dysphoria is learned.
The trans identity is created carefully cultivated: on the internet, in peer groups.
My daughter was groomed into being trans-identified at 13. It began innocently enough with a friend joking with her that she was bossy – planting a seed that would grow into the belief that take-charge girls are like boys. My daughter was the first of her friends to get her period. It was heavy. Her breasts developed. She did not like these sudden changes. For the internet that perfectly expected discomfort is a clear sign of being trans.
Also that year, after their sex-ed class at school, my daughter’s all-female friend group discussed what sexual categories they fell into. A couple chose lesbian; another was agender. My daughter chose lesbian or pansexual. All five girls chose a label other than the scorned ‘cis’ label. I attended our school-sponsored sex talk, I learned that gender is fluid, yet immutable. There are 46 genders and all kids regardless of age should announce pronouns. I questioned the illogical logic.
In eighth grade, my daughter’s grades dropped. She became obsessed with an older girl she met who identified as a boy. I started to go through all of my daughter’s devices, old, obsolete iPhones and Kindles. During my initial investigation, I did not find anything to worry me. One particularly difficult night my daughter opened up. She gave me her passwords for all of her secret accounts. She admitted to having accounts on almost every platform: Discord, Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok. I spent weeks going through them. What I found made me physically ill. My daughter’s crush, the girl who identified as a boy and was three years older, had sent a 10-minute video of herself masturbating with an enormous dildo. I had child pornography on my device. That girl discussed fisting and described female anatomy and orgasms to a group of some six or so 13-year-old girls online.
This girl admitted to having been sexually abused as a kid. She admitted to being obsessed with paedophile cases and serial killers. This girl was passing her abuse onto my child and others. Her young followers hung on every word, asked for advice and watched for TikToks with her drug-induced dances and superhero costumes adorning bulging packers. They listen to her drug use stories. My daughter tried to mimic everything about this kid, begging for a tarantula, a throne, a nose ring.
The history on every device was filled with pornography, mostly guy-on-guy, anime porn with rape scenes, pregnant cartoon men being sodomised, gangbangs with cartoon children. There were internet sites that contain written porn with beatings, followed by forgiveness and sex. There were searches for ball gags, handcuffs, whips and leather outfits. Her online friends took surveys to determine what deviant sex acts they would accept: whether they are bottoms or tops; givers or receivers; abusers or abused and what weaponry they liked. The girls in group chats were teaching each other how to disassociate from their bodies so that they would be more comfortable posing naked. Advice that included things like, Since you are really a boy, your girl body really isn’t yours, so it’s no big thing to sell pictures to stupid men for money. There was a tutorial on how to find a sugar daddy and set up an Amazon account for payment. The more seasoned trans-identified girls would say, Don’t worry, you can start off slow. Just show your midriff. Hide your face and show more. One girl bemoaned how long it took her daddy to climax when she danced.
My daughter’s followers were MTFs, FTMs, girls with bouncing breasts, tongues simulating oral sex, grown men and kids advertising their transness. Her Twitter followers also included men posting gangbang videos. I called random contacts on her phone: adult men answered.
My daughter was only 13.
I stripped my daughter’s phone and iPad of all internet access. I locked all devices in a safe, I got her a new phone number to block all the paedophiles and groomers from her contacts. The porn pull was so strong, that friends gave her their old phones and sent her screenshots of erotica. She ran away, stating that I abused her because I blocked the internet.
My daughter’s trans identity was not rapid. It was developed slowly and methodically by those who prey on young vulnerable kids.