I have known this day was coming for nearly ten years, ever since my three-year-old child first began to tell me that “he” was actually a girl. My child has been anticipating it, too, for all these years, asking me again and again, “When do I get the medicine to make sure I don’t become a boy, Mama?” 


And for years, my answer was, “Not for a long time, sweetheart. Not until you’re much older.” 

Of course, the years spun by. She turned eleven, then twelve. Her cisgender friends started to get curvy and their moms began telling me in whispered asides that their daughters were getting their periods. At the same time, the mothers of my daughter’s transgender friends began telling me that their kids were entering puberty, too. One by one, they announced, the time had come for their kids to undergo their own special version of puberty, our transgender tweens’ rite of passage into early adulthood:  Blockers. 

“Blockers” is the layperson’s term for the medications – delivered either via injections or a small implant embedded in the upper arm – that pause natal puberty, meaning that my daughter will not undergo the masculinizing changes she finds both abhorrent and terrifying.  Blockers are safe (they’ve been used for decades on children who experience precocious puberty: 6-year-old boys who start growing beards, for example) and entirely reversible (stop the blocker medication and a person’s natal puberty will start right back up). 

And yes, blockers represent the first in a series of possible lifelong medical interventions for our children. And yes, we take this extremely seriously.  But for most of us, there has never been another choice (particularly when we learn that blockers might even keep our children alive). For parents like me, the “decision” about blockers was made long ago, when our young children – age four, five, six years old – cried themselves to sleep at the thought of growing up to look like Mom when they knew they should look like Dad, or vice versa.* And so we promised our terrified young children that it would be OK. We comforted them with the knowledge that modern medicine could prevent this, because it can. 

That comforting knowledge has allowed my child to experience a joyful, remarkably typical girlhood, and one that has been largely anxiety-free. (And her Dad and I have benefited from the comforting knowledge that our family has the rare privilege of access to high-quality, trans-friendly medical care.)   

Though this moment has long seemed inevitable, it also always seemed far off, a long way down our path.  I suppose it’s often like that, for us parents: We’re never quite prepared for how fast our kids will grow up. I know I wasn’t. I got a little reprieve, because my child turned out to be a bit of a late bloomer: As her trans pals began, one by one, getting their blocker implants at age 10, 11, and 12, our pediatrician kept saying it wasn’t yet time, and so it seemed like my daughter was still going to be my little girl for a while yet. 

But of course, one day she was going to grow up. A  few weeks after regular life was shut down by the pandemic, I sat next to my daughter on the living room couch and was suddenly walloped with the knowledge that that day had come. There was nothing specific I could point to; it was a gut feeling. She was just… different. She was taking up a different kind of space in the room. My little girl no longer seemed little.  I emailed her doctor right away. A blood test confirmed my maternal hunch: It was time. 

The last few months have been a rough ride. First we were told that Covid restrictions meant that all “elective” medical procedures were on hold until further notice. I began to panic: Would the pandemic mean that my daughter wouldn’t get the medical care I had been promising  her for a decade? After a nail-biting summer, we got the good news: We might need to wait a little longer, but her doctors would make it happen. 

A tiny incision…and jet-black fingernails!

Everything came together last week, when my daughter – who is just shy of 13 – had a tiny cylinder (imagine a third of a toothpick) inserted under the skin in her left arm. For the next 2-3 years, it will secrete a medication that will prevent male puberty from occurring. When her doctor says it’s time, she’ll start taking estrogen and she will begin to resemble her increasingly curvy peers. Which is, of course, exactly what she wants. 

The morning of her scheduled procedure to insert the implant, I asked her how she felt. “Nervous and excited,” she said. 

She explained that she was nervous because she’d be getting a shot to numb her arm. She hates needles. 

“And why are you excited?” I asked. 

“I’m excited to be growing up,” she said. 

And her mother is:

Relieved that my child is happy and safe. 

Grateful beyond belief for this miraculous (and life-saving) medical care.

Full of that bittersweet feeling that occurs when something wonderful ends (childhood) and something equally wonderful begins. 

[Note: My daughter has read and approved this post, per our agreement.]

* It’s vital to mention that NOT ALL kids tell their parents when they are really little. Many trans kids don’t emerge and make their needs known until puberty, or years later. And they still need our support at 14, at 24, or at 44 –  perhaps then more than ever.  

13 thoughts on “Blocked.

    • We transgender folks do not decide our gender we just accept what we are which is transgender. God creates us that way and lets us come to understand who and what we are!! I know a bit about how God works as I attended a Lutheran seminary majoring in Theological Studies. .


  1. I am so excited for your and for your daughter. I’m particularly thankful that you mentioned that not all transchildren tell their parents when they are young. My son did not come out to my husband and me until he was in college. Oh how I wish we had been able to get him on blockers when he was young.

    • Thank you, Linda! Yes, I know that is such an important point to remember. Often people assume that all kids are like mine, coming out to their parents at a very young age, and that simply is not the case! Your son is lucky to have a supportive parent in you. Sending much love to your whole family.

  2. I was so disappointed when I read “blocked”. I thought that your updates were shut down by “the internet police”. As a 69 year old TG woman, I love to share such a happy life story. I transitioned nearly 40 years ago, and have had a wonderful life. You can see me on my You Tube channel at Niki Jareo. My guide has taken me to ever more happy places.

    Be Well, Diana Lee Nicole Chamberlin Jareo

  3. So well-said, and quite informative, as always. I am so relieved for your child being able to get the medical help she needs. I wish her, and you, continued happiness & well being ❤ Jerni

  4. Growing up & striving to reach the promise of your life is a very exciting endeavor. It’s also a marvelous thing to have parents who “see you” & love you & support you on your journey. The rest is all potential anxiously waiting to burst forth & blossom in splendor. Bless you, Gendermom. Bless you.

  5. This is SO important to trans people! The worst thing in the world is when your body changes and you physically become the wrong gender. This is a safe method allowing for time and decision-making. In your daughter’s case, she can have the feminine body shape she desires.

  6. Beautiful writing as always! I’m so glad your daughter was able to get the care she needs during this crazy time.

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