The dawn comes

This broke me. The racking sobs finally came. Thank you, Donald Trump.

I never thought this would happen. I’ve been living in an insane world that put into practice the worst kind of child abuse anyone could imagine in a perverted nightmare. People acted like it was normal. They acted like it was loving.

Mothers, evil, wicked mothers, got spots on breakfast television and heart emojis from America for practicing Munchausen by Proxy on their children. Mostly their boys. Their precious, sweet boys that they looked at with a predator’s stare, visualizing how good they’d feel when the final emasculation, the castration, was finally performed.

As a sweet, sensitive, fey boy who thought God brought him into the world with a freakish defect that would set me apart from humanity for all my life, this would have happened to me were I born later. I would have wanted it. And I would have woken up years later even more broken than I am.

It almost took a precious child in my family. My fucking mother almost succeeded in getting a young boy even more mind and body-raped than her own children were.

It still seems a like a dream. Could this really have happened? It did happen. And it has permanently killed the health and wholeness of children around the country.

While we fucking applauded. I will never get over this.

But Donald Trump and his team, for the first time in our history, have called this what it is and have said NO MORE. In plain terms. “Mutilation.” “Abuse.”

I can’t believe it’s real. But it is.

God bless you, Donald J. Trump.