Here is a terrific piece from Daily Signal by a mom who lost her daughter to the transgender cult, and how she fought to get her girl back. The mom, who writes under the pseudonym “Charlie Jacobs,” shares the lessons she has learned along the way. Here is the core of it. After a childhood in which the daughter was a girly-girl, the kid hit adolescence, and started wearing big sweatshirts, seemingly to minimize her breasts. Mom didn’t think much of it, because she had done the same thing as she was navigating puberty:

Then, my daughter immersed herself into anime art and cosplaying, the hobby of dressing like fantastical characters. I supported her creative side.

I didn’t know that anime and cosplaying can overwhelm a young mind. I didn’t know that anime and cosplaying involved gender-bending themes and that the community crosses into pedophilic and sexual themes.

I also didn’t know that the older cosplay community groomed the younger cohorts.

During that same time period, my daughter went through Teen Talk—a Manitoba, Canada-based program that says it provides “youth with accurate, [nonjudgmental] information” on “sexuality, reproductive health, body image, substance use awareness, mental health, issues of diversity, and anti-violence issues”—at her public school.

She came home with a whole new language. She and all her girlfriends discussed their labels—polyamorous, lesbian, pansexual. None of the five girls chose “basic,” their term for a straight girl.

Now, I was worried.

She distanced herself from her old friends and spent more time online. I checked her phone, but I was not astute enough to know that she had set up “appropriate” fake social media accounts for my viewing.

An older girl showed romantic interest in her. I barred that girl from our home.  I learned later that she had molested my daughter.

When my daughter was in the eighth grade, as a Christmas gift, I took her to SacAnime, an anime convention in Sacramento, California. There, she met a girl three years her senior, but light years more mature. That girl mesmerized my daughter with her edginess or magnanimous personality.

The older girl went by “they.” After their meeting, my daughter got a boy’s haircut, stopped shaving, and asked for boys’ underwear. My daughter parroted everything about the older teen.

She started making gross TikTok videos, her language became vulgar, and she redecorated her room to look like a cave. She self-pierced her nose with one of those bull rings. She broke every family rule. She was morphing into an emo-Goth-vampirelike creature.  She was unrecognizable. Her personality descended into anger and rudeness.

The summer before ninth grade, she announced that she was transgender. Post-announcement, she began to threaten suicide. She sunk into deep depression.

I managed to get all of her passwords to all of her social media accounts. What I saw was jaw-dropping.

Almost everyone that she was conversing with was a stranger, except for the SacAnime friend, who sent her a self-made masturbation video. The discussions on the Discord platform online involved fetishistic sexual conversations. Kids were sending each other erotica, including involving incest and pedophilia.

Older girls were instructing younger girls how to sell nude photos of themselves to men for money.

Girls bragged about their different mental illnesses. They talked about which drugs do what. They talked about how they are really boys, not girls. They discussed “top surgery” (that is, having their breasts removed) and “packers” that create a bulge in one’s pants to imply the presence of a penis.

My daughter’s electronic devices were filled with TikTok videos and YouTubers talking about how great they feel now that they had “transitioned.”

There were messages in which strangers told her to kick my head in because I was a “transphobe” for refusing to call her a male name.

I went nuclear. I took the phone and stripped it of all social media—YouTube, Instagram, Discord, Reddit, Pinterest, Twitter. I even blocked her ability to get to the internet. I deleted all of her contacts and changed her phone number.

I sat next to her while she “attended” school online via Zoom. I deleted YouTube from the smart TVs and locked up the remotes. I took every anime book from her room. I threw away all of her costumes. I banned any friend who was even the slightest bit unsavory.

I involved the police about the porn. I printed out the law and informed her that if anyone sent her porn, I would not hesitate to prosecute.

She hated me like an addict hates the person preventing her drug fix. I held my ground, despite the constant verbal abuse.

After going through seven mental health professionals, I found an out-of-state psychiatrist who was willing to examine the causality for my daughter’s sudden trans identity.

I immersed myself in reading everything on the issue, talking to other parents and other professionals. I worked unceasingly to re-create the bond she and I used to share.

After a year and half of utter hell, my daughter is finally returning to her authentic self—a beautiful, artsy, kind and loving daughter.

Read the whole thing to discover what Charlie Jacobs did to get her daughter back. Seriously, do — and share it with other parents you know.

This piece had special resonance with me because of a story a churchgoing Christian friend told me last year, about how she stumbled onto her adolescent daughter’s initial forays into this world. The girl was being led there by a classmate at her Christian school was was charismatic, highly intelligent, and, according to my friend, pretty clearly queer. My friend, the girl’s mom, said that she accidentally discovered the ruse her daughter had set up to keep her online activity secret from her mom. She took all her 13-year-old’s online access away, forced the classmate friend out of the girl’s life, and plunged in to get to the bottom of it. As she told me, the girl said that she was feeling ill at ease in her body and rebellious, and this classmate was charismatic and persuasive. Now her daughter is doing fine, she says.

What got to me about my friend’s account was that she and her husband have their daughter attending a conservative Christian school, and their family is really vigilant about online access for their kid. Still, the girl figured out a way around it, and would have succeeded had it not been for a single slip-up she (the daughter) made. My friend said their daughter maintained a perfectly normal and obedient outside persona during all this, but was living a secret online life that was undermining her psychological stability.

Don’t think that this is something that happens to other people only. Trust me, this family of whom I speak is as middle-American and normal as you could imagine. And, as I’ve written before, this past summer in Slovenia I met a Catholic father who told me that he and his wife are suffering through something similar with their 13-year-old daughter. He and his wife made the mistake of getting her a smartphone when she was 11. She made contact with some older teenagers in Oregon who began grooming her for the genderqueer world, telling her that she had to decide on her gender identity NOW. The Slovenian child became paralyzed with anxiety over what was happening to her body, and this self-imposed compulsion to choose a gender identity. The kid does not want to eat, and does not want to go to school, her dad said; all she thinks about is this pseudo-problem.

I recall when I was that age (13 to 15), I could hardly have been more miserable. Puberty alienated me from my body, and I was part of the despised nerd clique at school. I found respite playing Dungeons & Dragons. I am not one of those people who demonize D&D. I am grateful that I had it at the time, and for the friendships I made through it. But I recall one night as I was falling asleep, becoming aware that I was living a lot of time in that imaginary world. I was far more interested in what was happening to my character than in the real life I was living. The D&D world was pure build-your-own-adventure escapism, and it was a godsend to anxious, nerdy adolescents like me, whose “real” lives were so unhappy. I remember lying in bed that night — I can remember the quality of light in the bedroom, and where my bed was situated — thinking that there is something really dangerous about this. I didn’t stop playing D&D, but it did slack off after that.

Again, I’m not an anti-D&D person, but I take my own mostly positive experience with that role-playing game as a glimpse of the tormented world of many adolescents, and why they are so susceptible to escapism. I thank God that I grew up in a more stable culture, and certainly not one in which schools push this evil ideology on teenagers, and even children (in Colorado recently, a community leader said that his fairly conservative county has a school district that requires even elementary school teachers to discuss gender identity). The forces arrayed against your kids and your family in this decadent culture are incomparably worse than anything my parents had to deal with. This is not alarmism; it’s the truth.

Take a look at this very short PragerU video about the phenomenon. Pass it on.