The therapist Joe and I were going to said that prenting shouldn't be about making the kid(s) into what you want them to be. Prenting should be about making the kid(s) into the best [insert kid(s) name] they can be.

And he's absolutely right. I think, at least I know I did/do it, as parents I/We want "what's best" for our kids. We want them to be the smartest, the toughest, the prettiest, etc. and we take strives and make choices to push them in a certain direction to help them acheive that when really what I/we should be doing is letting them choose a path and then walking a little bit behind them to catch them if they stumble and offer unasked for asked for advice. It's hard as shit, though, even just at 3, watching Em make decisions that might not alter her entire life's course, without wanting to jump in and protect her and point her a different way. But sometimes, I gotta let her fall and bust the shit out of her knee, cause that's how she'll learn her path.

Gods, I hope that doesn't read as sanctimonious, holier-than-thou, bullshit parenting smugness.

In comclusion, Let the kid be who they're gonna be. Except a Scientologist. Don't let them be a Scientologist.

(Steph, I am nodding even more vigorously.)

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This is obviously an issue that hits close to home for me, so I don't mean to go on and on. And yet I keep typing.

We know a couple of people who have either already transitioned, or are in the process of transitioning (and I admit that it throws me; I met A. back when she was a guy, and I have to stop and think every time I use her name). What they go through in order to live a life that's consistent externally with what they feel internally is monumental.

And I admit that I don't understand it. For all the times I hate my body, I hate it because I'm fat, not because I'm a woman. And for all the times that I feel unsafe because I'm a woman and therefore rape-able, I still don't wish to be a man.

I have no idea what it's like to walk around in a body that feels *wrong* on the deepest possible level. But I know it shouldn't be so goddamn hard for people to live the way they were meant to live.

t edit I should note, although it's really not my place to talk about this (because it's so intensely personal, and it's *his* life to talk about), that The Boy is not transgender; that is, he doesn't feel like he's in the wrong body, and he has no interest in reassignment surgery; he just likes pretty clothes and 5-inch heels.

As a kid, you have no capacity to reason through WHY your parents might be rejecting everything that you are; you just know that your *parents,* the people who are supposed to love and protect you, are saying that your entire identity is WRONG.

I read an article recently on kids and lying, and one of the really interesting things it said was that up through about kindergarten, many kids assume that their parents will always know when they're lying because they think that their parents know everything they're thinking - it just doesn't occur to a really young child that what's in their mind isn't also in their parents' minds. (And obviously the age at which kids realize this isn't true and are able to process what that means for their individual identity varies pretty widely, but up to age 5-6 apparently isn't unusual.)

And so forcing a child that young to (essentially) lie about something that's central to their identity as a human being? When they're just barely beginning to have one? I can't even comprehend how devastating that must be.

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Teppy, or anyone who might know. If a medication says not to take it with an antacid, does that mean I can't take it when I take my prilosec? If I'm not supposed to take it with dairy, how long before or after taking it is it safe to eat dairy? I'm on an antibiotic for a uti and there are a million restrictions on the bottle.

sj, what antibiotic? That way I can just look up the specifics for you.

Unrelated, does someone want to explain to me why this would possibly cost $30??? Am I missing something?

(I'm window shopping for water toys to take up to Canada. There are many frivolous items making me go "Ooooh!" but I draw the line at spending $30 for a PLASTIC BOWL. I mean, COME ON.)

I'm listening to that program and I'm wondering if Bradley's parents had gone to a therapist like the one Jona's parents went to, Bradley would have a different story? I think some people, especially some parents tend to really be blinded by the term "expert" and stop following their own extincts when it comes to raising their kids. I hear pain in Bradley's parents voices - particularly his mother's - like there is some small voice in her head telling her that what she's doing isn't totally all right and she's really conflicted with wanting her son to be happy and wanting to keep him from being hurt. I don't agree with what she's doing to her kid, but I sort of feel for her.

Does anyone have any experience with Rozerem? Is it something I'd have to take every day for a while to have an effect, or is it something I could use every once in a while if I needed it?