Being a Queer Parent is Terrifying Right Now

An umbrella, protecting someone from… I don’t know, sun? It’s not raining.
“Rainbow umbrella” is a cheesy photo choice, but the other result for “protection” was “barbed wire prison camp,” which sends a less-than-nurturing message. Photo by Jason Blackeye on Unsplash

I’ve run out of things to say about myself during therapy. This is not to say I don’t still need it. I now spend my sessions talking about one and only one thing: My kid, who is preparing to enter kindergarten. Specifically, I talk about my fear that I have fucked up my kid’s life…

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Jude Ellison S. Doyle

Jude Ellison S. Doyle

Author of “Trainwreck” (Melville House, ‘16) and “Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers” (Melville House, ‘19). Columns published far and wide across the Internet.