Robin Atkins
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Robin Atkins
@TruthAgape
LMHC specializing in reproductive mental health. Politically homeless. Proponent of bodily integrity. Purveyor of vintage and antique lovelies.

King Solomon died yesterday at two and a half months old. We loved him really well, and we don't have any regrets. We got nine days at home with him after 61 days in the NICU. Nine will never feel like enough, but we must accept what is given to us––we were never in control. Let's take stock of all God's mercies, how He worked through people: My OB, who heard my conviction about carrying Sol to term even with his disabilities, and supported it fully, with empathy and respect; the nurses in the Lenox Hill NICU, where he spent the majority of his time, who loved him so tenderly, like he was their own; his physical therapist, who saw extreme hope for him despite his disabilities, and tried to make it so; my mom, who put her own life on hold to come live in New York with us for the whole winter, to watch Zev and keep our household running; Zev, who wanted to wear matching pajamas with his brother each night he was home (and some of the nights Sol was in the NICU), who was eager to come to the hospital with us to play in the lobby even though he wasn't often allowed in the NICU, who chose not to be afraid of hospitals or tubes but to touch and kiss and snuggle his brother whenever he was able; @nwilliams030 and @rSanti97, who camped out at the hospital during Sol's final days so we would never feel alone, who watched Zev whenever our family had to dip back down to Texas; the people who covered us in prayer all over the country. Perhaps most of all, I'm grateful for my husband: He wasn't Catholic or pro-life when we met, but life experience has brought him to these beliefs. They ground us now; his faith is steadfast. He didn't leave Sol's side during those final, hardest days. He doesn't falter. Something tragic happened to our family, but we won't become permanently sad or dark; we really believe in God's promises. We're called to hope, no matter what, and the best we can do is serve our children with everything we've got. That's what we did, and in the process we got to glimpse the goodness of the Lord over and over again.


1/6 - Short thread 🧵 One of the most dishonest habits in current politics is the way plain factual claims get recoded as partisan contamination. Not bad arguments. Not weak evidence. Facts. When reality collides with a moral script, reality gets called “right-wing.”




This is actually the tweet that caused me to go public on here in my own name. I’m embarrassed to admit that at the time, I was scared of Fae and all like him. But seeing it spelled out like this, so clearly, triggered such rage in me that I threw caution to the wind and revealed my identity. Not long after, I got offered a job covering gender for the Post Millennial, then had the incredible opportunity to work with Michael Shellenberger on the WPATH Files. I’ve been invited to speak all over the world, and now write for one of Canada’s top think tanks while being the director of Genspect Canada and the lead on the campaign to repsychopathologize wanting body parts chopped off. So I guess I should say: Thanks Fae!

HOST: "Something that you love that's not family or friends?" TALARICO: "Trans children." Now that's just creepy.






Texas senate hopeful James Talarico uses the gnostic 'Gospel of Thomas' to prove that Jesus was a feminist, offering that men must not be male, but must be female, and vice versa.

“Talarico may be saying all the same crazy stuff leftists say, but he’s doing it from the pulpit with a cross behind him.”


I fear this post might be controversial…but here goes. I don’t think secret transitions in the education system occurred in a vacuum. I had two experiences today in our elementary school that had me concerned- First, during a challenging conversation the principal stated they “love” my children- um what? Second, on the inside of a classroom door, I saw a message that said, “no matter what happens when you leave this room know that I love you and believe in you.” I don’t know when the language from teachers and administrators shifted like this but it was troubling.


