Your child isn’t trans, she’s just a tomboy

When the mist lifts and we can see clearly the carnage caused by the trans madness, and we blink and wonder what in God’s name we did to our kids, I hope we recognise the true heroes of the saga. By this I don’t mean the Jordan Peterson types or even J.K. Rowling, so much as the parents who somehow found the courage to stand up to their own children.

Any child who makes the fashionable decision to identify as another gender is instantly surrounded by a supportive gang of fellow trans travellers – a ‘glitter family’, they call themselves – who’ll insist that it’s ‘literally dangerous’ for them to stay in touch with doubters. To question your child, when they tell you they’re trans, is to risk them rejecting you for good. As crazy, sad and dangerous as I believe the gender cult to be, my heart fails me when I think about that.