The parents will probably put Josh Alcorn on his headstone.
On who else's headstone should they put that?
The parents will probably put Josh Alcorn on his headstone.
Based solely on what a depressed 17 year old said on Tumblr?I have absolutely no hesitation condemning the parents.
Based solely on what a depressed 17 year old said on Tumblr?
Based solely on what a depressed 17 year old said on Tumblr?
On who else's headstone should they put that?
What else but the evidence we have should we base our opinion on?
Dangerous argument. If the only evidence we have of a UFO claim is that someone says he has a sore butt after seeing a mysterious light in the sky, do we conclude (on the evidence available) that he likely was probed by aliens, or just remain open on the issue until we have more data (like he had 8 pints and three doubles before leaving the pub that night).
As for accepting a teenager's statements about his / her own gender- I honestly don't know. We've all been teenagers. We knew things with 100% certainty about ourselves that our mothers laughed at- and sometimes our mothers were right.
This is a sad story from any point of view, but I think hearing both sides of the story is usually helpful in understanding it. Mutual misunderstandings seem to be the major problem in this case. It could all have been handled so differently.![]()
Dangerous argument. If the only evidence we have of a UFO claim is that someone says he has a sore butt after seeing a mysterious light in the sky, do we conclude (on the evidence available) that he likely was probed by aliens, or just remain open on the issue until we have more data (like he had 8 pints and three doubles before leaving the pub that night).
As for accepting a teenager's statements about his / her own gender- I honestly don't know. We've all been teenagers. We knew things with 100% certainty about ourselves that our mothers laughed at- and sometimes our mothers were right.
I've no idea why we need to condemn bereaved parents on so little evidence. Is there something that they've said that is so obviously terrible? They refer to their child as male, I suppose..?What else but the evidence we have should we base our opinion on? I'm sure that if it turns out he was a liar (and I use he as we only have his comment that he was a she and I'm sure you wouldn't want to simply take his word on it) lionking will change his opinions. Based on what we currently know I'm happy to condem the parents.
I've no idea why we need to condemn bereaved parents on so little evidence. Is there something that they've said that is so obviously terrible? They refer to their child as male, I suppose..?
did you not read the OP and all the links?
In her interview with CNN, Carla Alcorn referred to Leelah as her son and used male pronouns.
Yes, the mother said:did you not read the OP and all the links?
She also said that they had told "him" that they didn't have the money to pay for the gender reassignment, to what extent that is true I have no way of knowing, but it's certainly not free."We don't support that, religiously," Leelah Alcorn's mother told CNN Wednesday. "But we told him that we loved him unconditionally. We loved him no matter what.
For a while, and then they relented:However, this family did more than that. Not only did they not accept the kid's gender identification, they totally isolated the child from his/her friends, support network, and pretty much all social outlets. That's wrong, and the parents have paid a very heavy price for that decision.
I'm sure many of their actions were counterproductive, but given that this kid ended up committing suicide and assuming their claims of unconditional love are genuine, then plausibly they did this because they were desperate.At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a **** about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.
I find it interesting that they believe their son is in Heaven.
/tangent
What gets me about religion is the preaching "you're going to hell if you do this" while someone's alive, then the automatic "they're in Heaven now" once they die.
Or, we could just let them live their current lives as the gender they identify or choose. Radical, I know, but we're supposed to tolerate Mormons and Rosicruxions and snake handlers and conservatives, so I think we can work it out to tolerate (yeah, simply tolerate.... not agree with.... not support.... simply tolerate) someone whose gender identity gives us pause to shudder, which is what the problem is. It isn't right or wrong in their Big Book of Moral Codes. It's icky. It's disgusting. They aren't like us.
Based solely on what a depressed 17 year old said on Tumblr?
Oh, I can get on board with that.Did you read that link I posted above, the one that said drive by posting ? It leads to a Reddit overview for Alcorn's account.
There's way more insight on that than on tumblr.
Prozac, previous suicide attempts, it's all there see this thread
I'm seeing a gender binarist who didn't get the gender is a social construct message and had to be the prom queen right here and right now
This is really more of a depression issue than a trans* one
All of this sadness about stuff that is either fixable, not as bad as it seems when you're 17, or one can be happy despite.Then what? I'm going to turn 18 and have to pay a **** ton of money for an apartment, a car, health care, insurance, food and save up for college. I'll have to pay a **** ton of money to buy the things that will make me want to continue living (wigs, women's clothes, makeup) and I'll have to save up tons of money over the next year. Then I'll end up having to work multiple jobs (probably) to keep up with everything I need to buy. Plus I'm really *********** ugly and I'll never get a boyfriend and I'll just end up lonely for the rest of my life.