Brief summary of context. I socially transitioned before he was conceived. His birth mother left me before he was born. I spent 18 months fighting to even meet him. Eventually had things going smoothly with overnight time. Then the birth mother cut contact again. I’ve only just got to see him in a supervised context.
Near the end of the last session I referred to myself as mummy Eve, as I’ve done thousands of times in the past without issue. This time he yells that he hates it when I say that. He goes on to say I’m just pretending, I’m not a mummy I’m a he, and he knows I’m a he because I’m wearing a top.
I’m certain he’s getting this from his birth mum. I’m devastated, it pushed me closer to giving up than I have been for a while. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it in the two hours a week I have with him. (At least for now)
Yeah, I don’t blame him. Children are sponges, especially at that age. All I can do is help him from this point.
I can hear much worse from basically anyone else and laugh it off. Hearing the effect of his mind being poisoned towards me was the struggle. I think I handled it well externally, only letting it out on the way home.
Apparent absolute powerlessness in the face of something like poisoning / brainwashing is one of the most aggravating things I can imagine. Probably an understatement.