Thursday, August 11, 2016

Dear Pastor

I don't know your name. I'm the girl whose family you took me from. You convinced them that the best thing to do was distance themselves from me. I don't think you fully appreciate what you have done to not just me, but my family. Growing up I was very close to them. Family reunions and gatherings were the highlights of my year. I couldn't wait to see my Grandparents, uncles and cousins. And when I grew older, my parents, sisters and nephews. I have a niece that I've never seen. I love them all, so much that it causes me physical pain as well as emotional. The pain is more than I can bear sometimes. I have gender dysphoria, and for that you have condemned me to life without that which means most to me. This is something that I was born with. Something confirmed by two medical doctors, and a licensed therapist. I think of my family every day, several times a day. And I cry. Because I know that with the exception of my Mother, I may never see them again, much less share a meal over a holiday. I'm struggling so hard with forgiving you. I'm struggling even more with loving you as I should, I really want to, but I'm not there yet. I ask you, in the name of Christ to give me my family back. You can end this. Please. I'm begging you. Please stop this.

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