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This one is called "my two year old son has toxic masculinity"

Despite my partner and I giving him a kind a nurturing upbringing. Our two and a half year old child has turned into a toxic male. I considered my child <Jamie (possibly find a more gender neutral name)> one of the best things that ever happened to me. Always full of life, love, cuddles and kisses. Up until recently he's been a perfect child. Just wonderful. Just a few months ago though, things began to change. Now my son has become as toxic as a toddler can possibly be.

My partner and I have long been aware of the damage toxic masculinity has caused to the world since the agricultural revolution, and possibly much longer. So when we found out we were having a bio boy we agreed <Jamie> would be raised in a mindful and nurturing method to counteract that. We audited a couple courses each on child psychology, read even more than usual, and endlessly discussed our responses to typical and atypical childhood incidents.

Since the day of our child’s birth we strove to make sure he nurtured and emotionally validated. I can’t count the number of times the words “It’s okay to cry”, “It’s alright to be sad.” and numerous other variations on that sentiment escaped my lips.

His media consumption, toys, and even day care environment are strictly vetted. We opted for free open construction theming for most of his toys. That’s a fancy way of saying blocks, Duplo and the like. Media was pre screened with an eye for women in leadership positions, teamwork among diverse groups, nonviolent conflict resolution, and of course educational content. Our daycare providers have been several family friends who are similarly minded. People who parent mindfully, with an eye for instilling children with forward thinking values. We of course talked to them beforehand about our expectations and preapproved media selections. As a coincidental bonus, the several households <Jamie>’s had day care at all have only had bio girl children a year or two older.

As previously mentioned we do our best to assure <Jamie>’s every physical and emotional hurt is met with affirmation and validation. When our child falls, as toddlers are prone to do. My partner or I are at his side ready to validate his pain, or assure him there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s learning, and perfection is neither expected, nor required.

The result were very promising. Spectacular, even. <Jamie> was a brave, vivacious, and sensitive child. Always ready with a hello or hug for everyone he met. He loves the color pink, and is unashamed to play with dolls. He was marvelous.

The first warning flag was small. Easily ignored at the time, and alarming in retrospect. In hindsight a clear pattern of escalation from that point can be seen.

My partner works in education. A couple months back the state board of education put on a seminar about implicit racial bias in school discipline. In a shockingly relevant turn a major focus was on the disproportionate number of african descendant students given disciplinary action for loitering on school grounds. We attended as a family. Or rather my partner attended, while <Jamie> and I tagged along. During the all day meetings we hung out at a local park. <Jamie>’s most recent play obsession is a little game I like to call “Running in a circle for hours at a time.” it can be a bit exhausting for someone not gifted with the limitless energy of a toddler. So I sat on a nearby bench while <Jamie> ran.

In the course of this running <Jamie> tripped. Sprawling front first onto a sidewalk, and barely avoiding hitting his face on the cement. I prepared to rise into action when i heard a preemptive “I’m okay!” from my son as he rose from the ground.

I settled back down while <Jamie> resumed running. “Tough” was never a word my partner or I said in our child’s presence. Not because it was something we consciously decided on, it just never occurred to us or came up. At the time, “tough” didn’t even enter my mind. “Resilient”, a good quality for any person of any age did. That was only the first of numerous incidents that have led my partner and I to agree. Our son is toxic.

He loves to flip light switches, as a lot of kids do. He started racing my partner to reach them. He’s also started racing in front of the girls at his daycare. This was disturbing because while a child his age is not yet able to really grasp the concept of privilege we’ve been careful to train him that girls always need to go first. When he got to the state where he asks why this is we planned to tell him girls don’t get to go first very much. So it’s the nice thing to do.

Just last week he proudly proclaimed he was not a baby. My concern escalated into worry.

Things finally came to a head just this weekend. He was doing his standard running about and exploring during our weekend outings. We were in a hurry to leave the store we were in so I picked him up telling him we need to go. His curiosity had not been satisfied and he immediately started crying. I held him close and said “It’s okay to cry.” Apparently, this was triggering to him in some way. <Jamie> inhaled raggedly. His cherubic face, red from crying, tears still on cheeks curved into as close to a snarl as his tiny frame could muster. Little hands clenching into tiny fists. “I NOT CRYING!” He shouted.

I was so shocked I nearly dropped him. He was trying to hide his pain and emotion. One of the foundational behaviors of toxic masculinity. I’m not proud to say when we got home I flew into inquisition mode. Calling his daycare provider, previous daycare providers, my parents, my partner’s parents. Anyone I could think of who might possibly have accidentally or purposefully exposed to media or something else that would have taught him to bottle his emotions or behave aggressively. By both a bit of coincidence and a bit of design <Jamie>’s only spent time with other bio boys a handful of times. All of those interactions have been very Most people in our social circle have had only girls. So I was sure it had to be some kind of media exposure. As I stated we are very careful about the kind of media he is exposed to. He has nothing that depitcs conflict resolved via physicality of any kind. It was something my partner and I are both adamant about. If the people I asked are to be trusted it’s likely my son still doesn’t know hitting is even a thing.

My partner and I are currently at a loss and regrouping. Unable to identify a source for <jamie>’s aggression we are moving on to damage control. We are looking into restorative therapy for him. He is still young and there is still hope. My child is toxic now, but it does not have to be a life sentence. Especially at his age. The last thing the world needs is another aggressive and self interested boy in it. We are still fully committed to making sure that does not happen.

The end

Dear God.

What did I just read?

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dude see if you can get vice to pick it up

The idea is to get it published in some serious place, and some time down the road reveal that it was "made up"

VICE

That's the idea.

DO IT!

Pls do it.

Thanks for the enrouagement. I will start looking into it.

Thinking about being real cagey with it. Have my wife assume a name she "writes" under. Then have it published under "her" name.

Go all inception with it.

bizz bizzz bee

Though the best part is alot of that article is true.

i would do that get her to wear a wig and shit and dress her up as an sjw

they normal post a stock photo of the writers

She could pass of drying her hair an outrageous color as trying to relate to the kids (she's a school counselor).

kool pebbles also works in child care

fash the children montessori school for up and coming fascist

WHEN?!

wow being a school counselor at this time must be super depressing

It's a small white pill, but the transtrender thing has mostly died out already.

She loves her job.

nice to hear

What do you mean's its died out?

To clarify she is not really a "school couselor" she works at a public school with troubmaking kids so it's easier to just call her that.

close anuff

public school is trash now a days

Couple years back a ton of kids were demanding gender changes, and claming they were all kinds of tumblr genders. Everything short of an attack helicopter. That nonsense has mostly stopped.

lol jesus

But her school's building is scheduled to be demolished and replaced, and I'm worried they are going to have a lot of "special" bathrooms in the new incarnation.