The job

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“We fully supported from day one,” parent says. “That was never in question. My job is to love and support my child no matter what.”

No it isn’t. To love, yes. To support no matter what, no. It does depend on what the “what” is. If the child tortures animals to death, no, the parent’s job is not to support that. Support the child qua child, get help for the child, do your best to make the child understand, but support the child’s actions, no.

If the child wants to go rock-climbing with no training and no gear, you don’t support that. You veto it.

If the child refuses to eat, you don’t support that. You get help, but you don’t support it.

And that’s how it is with the fad for pretending sex is switchable. Don’t support it. Apply the brakes. Gross the kid out with information about oozing surgery scars and freak the kid out with stories of regret. Do not support the lunatic idea that the kid can switch sex.

The last sentence of that paragraph – “And I will continue to do that while there is a breath in my body” – gives away the fact that she’s exercising her vanity here. “I am a fabulous committed dedicated Parent, and you have to admire me.” No, we really don’t.

Notice how the parent goes on to use the word “support” and its cognates about 90 times, sort of like a godbotherer calling on Jesus or Mo. People are weirdly obsessed with being “supportive” at all times no matter what. Screw that. Some things should not be supported.

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