Okay, here's something people need to consider. When people talk of self-acceptance, what they ignore is this.

Let's take another example. Hans Frank had five children. He had two daughters, one of whom went to live in apartheid South Africa and one of whom died by her own hand at 46 because that's the age he was when he was hanged at Nuremberg. His youngest and only surviving child, Niklas, despises his father. Okay, granted, he was only seven when his father was hanged, and towards him, Hans wasn't a kind, sit by my side and I'll read you stories, or let's go and kick a football father, he rejected him and told him that he didn't belong there. Yes, Niklas recounts playing in his little pedal car in the Gauleiter's Palace, but that's all. Hans Frank even claimed that his mother's lover was Niklas's real father. Niklas is nothing like his father, and as a journalist and author also travels the world warning of the dangers of Nazism. Hans Frank would be 123 this month if he was still alive, but even if he'd died in Spandau Prison in 1990, Hans Frank probably wouldn't have said, "I'm proud of my son for travelling the world and warning of the dangers that I was sucked into."

The same applies here. You might have given birth to a son and who decides to be your daughter, but you are killing off your child not in the sense of torturing them physically but torturing them mentally by not acknowledging them for who they are.