About Mrs. Miller

In February, 2022 my fifteen year-old daughter, after showing no gender dysphoria or body dysmorphia, after identifying in sixth grade as pansexual and then in eighth grade as a lesbian, declared that she was a gay man. When asked what her plans and thoughts were regarding medicalizing this new identity she answered, “Just hormones and stuff.”

My world turned upside down. Just like that.

Our local suburban public school, Lower Merion High School, changed my daughter’s name and pronouns behind my back, as per their administrative policy regarding “transgender and gender diverse” students. The school district had a huge influence on Miss Miller, starting in elementary school with a trans-identified classmate, in sixth grade with the GSA club, and culminating in high school where her new identity flourished with encouragement and reinforcement from the adults in charge.

If you’re wondering why I didn’t pull her out of school immediately, you’re not alone, but unfortunately I was. My husband agreed that Miss Miller wasn’t trans but he and I parted ways at the entrance to the rabbit hole.

I also have an older son who sympathizes with his sister and both of their friends, almost all of whom occupy a letter of the contemporary alphabet soup. In his estimation, we’d all be better off with they/them pronouns. Life would be so much simpler. This is all to say, if I’d pulled Miss Miller out of school, it would have torn us all apart, which is exactly what gender ideology is designed to do.

I write about all of that and more here.

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