My 15-year-old son started feeling nauseous and “a bit off” a couple of weeks ago. He skipped dinner and headed to bed early, but the next morning he still wasn’t himself. The nausea had lifted but it was replaced with sweats and hot flashes.
It couldn’t have been something he ate because we’d all been eating the same food, and it would be bizarre if he’d caught anything because my house has been on a pretty strict lockdown for weeks, due to the coronavirus pandemic.
It was when we started googling the symptoms that the penny dropped: my son was going through menopause.
A week or so earlier, we’d attended our local gender clinic, where my son has been a patient for the past couple of years. Born a girl but knowing from a young age that inside he definitely wasn’t a girl, he’s been gradually transitioning to the gender he’s clearly identified with since he was 12-years-old.