When the Government Comes for Your Trans Kid 

Even before I turned 16, I knew I liked girls. I also knew I liked boys. I didn’t understand it. Why was I drawn to women? During that period of my life (between 11 and 16 years of age), I was also in a boarding school. An all-girl boarding school for that matter. It was torture. It went against everything I knew to be “right”.

That was the first time that thought occurred to me: The world can think something is right, even when it is untrue.

I was born, “bread”, buttered and slightly burned in Nigeria, one of the most religious, yet most corrupt, and most homophobic countries in the world. Back when I was young, one didn’t see it too much, but in today’s Nigeria, much like in many developing countries, as in the Bible belt of the United States, Abrahamic or organized religion has become somewhat of a noose around the necks of its practitioners.

When I told my dad at the age of 16 that I also liked girls… His response was swift yet gentle. “It is a phase, you will grow out of it, Nne”. Like any obedient child, I listened intently and believed all of it; hook, line and sinker, as they say. You see, it’s what kids do. They believe their parents. They trust their parents; they want to please their parents.

And so, I went about my business and tried everything in my power to squish the life out of that tendency to like girls. I decided to only date men and eventually married one. But that didn’t stop the feeling, it didn’t stop my reality. I still had an intense attraction to women. Thankfully, I am fiercely monogamous, so I never acted on it.

Then I had my first child.

I watched with a mixture of disbelief, shock, fear, anxiety, shame, uncertainty, then certainty, and hoping against hope as this beautiful human whom we assigned male sex at birth acted nothing like a boy! Not their mannerisms, speaking style, energy, body gestures, likes, choices, nothing! I mean nothing! I was tormented. I cried to sleep every night. I had nowhere to turn to, no one to tell, no one to ask.

So, I kept it all in, and prayed and prayed and prayed fervently for my suspicion to be incorrect. It was the loneliest time of my life, the hardest time of my life. I hated God for doing that to me. I hated God for “blessing” me with a child who would cause me so much pain. A child who the world would not give a chance to just be. I hated God for making humans who hate each other, I hated me for bringing such a child into the world.

As much as I blamed myself, my ex-husband blamed me more. He took the stance that homosexuality is not in his family. That it must have come from mine. It must have come from me. He despised me for “making his first son gay”. He was mean to me, he called me names, and wouldn’t speak to me for months sometimes. I, in turn, hated myself much more for causing the demise of my marriage.

I tell you all this to give you a bit of background. I eventually filed for divorce and met someone who loved me as much as I loved her. But even that relationship was doomed from the start. With internalized homophobia from my own Catholic upbringing to straight-up homophobia from friends and (some) family, coupled with our own individual histories of trauma, our beautiful relationship had no chance.

I would like to blame Covid for its demise, but truth be told, we had started matching to separate beats long before the lockdown.

The summer of 2020 brought with it my first child’s graduation from college, Stanford University. It also brought in new vocabulary: the phrase non-binary, transgender, and they/them pronouns. Apparently, my kid had been identifying as this through most of their college life. They hadn’t told me because even as a queer person myself, I had not created a safe enough space for them to invite me in.

I, on the other hand, was going nuts with questions… What is it? What does it mean? Who are you? Why this? Why now? What will become of my “son”? Is this a phase? What on earth will my friends say? What will the church say? What will my family say? How can I protect you? What am I going to do? On and on and on…

Then one day, my kid pushed back, and I heard the words I will not forget soon; “Mom, it’s not about you!”

That was when it struck me. That I had been making it all about me. I had been thinking about myself the entire time. I had not taken a moment to ask myself what my child was experiencing. How did they see the world? If I was scared and afraid of not being able to protect them, how much more fear were they feeling? What is it that they really want from me?

Surely it isn’t fear, guilt and shame. It is love, compassion, and affirmation. Support and acceptance with or without understanding. It is parental responsibility and a motherly hug. It is an open heart and a welcoming smile. It is me being their mom, periodt. Nothing else. It is also me unlearning, learning, and becoming the parent my child needs.

And so, when the governor or the government comes after my trans child, they are in essence coming after me. They are invalidating all the thoughts I have had. They are invalidating all my pain, all my suffering, and my entire journey thus far. They are saying none of that matters. They are saying I don’t count; my feelings don’t count; my child’s existence doesn’t count.

They are drawing a line on the sand and asking me to prepare for battle. They are asking for war.

And that’s what I am prepared to give them.

Dr. Lulu aka the Momatrician is a Pediatrician, Author, Speaker, Life Coach, and Mom of a Non-Binary Transgender Young Adult. You can find her at Dr-Lulu.com and @askdoctorlulu on Instagram and Facebook, and Dr. Lulu on Tik Tok and Linkedin.

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My name is Dr. Lulu aka The Momatrician. I am a board-certified pediatrician, a mom, and a wife. But in my spare time, I am also a teen coach, physician coach, and dabble in parent coaching as well. I love helping people. That is why I coach all these different kinds of people. I am an empath to the core, but I am realizing that compassion is a much better trait to possess, and self-compassion is the ultimate trait of all. I am a 2020 TEDx and a United Nations speaker. Besides writing and speaking, one more fun thing I love to do is podcasting (My podcast is called Suicide Pages.) I interview regular people who have been touched by trauma, suicide, or significant mental health challenges. All three of my books are best sellers. My most recent: How to Teach Your Children About Racism, was born in 2020 in response to the civil unrest following George Floyd's murder. I try to stay busy, and love working in my garden and reading. What about you? Who are you? What do you like to do? Very nice to meet you. Dr. L

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