Once again, Critical Race Theory, and its offshoot, Childism, is infesting Dartmouth-Hitchcock.
I had to take one of the Granddaughters down to Manchester for a previously planned visit by her parents as she was staying with us for a few days (we were closer in distance, so I offered). We schlepped on down, registered (they had my address for her denoting that Mom had me cleared as “the bus driver” and able to be with her medically, cooled our heels for a short time in the waiting area, and then we were escorted into an exam room. She was promptly taken away for a few minutes to have her vital measurements taken (e.g., height, weight, blood pressure). Then the “amusement” began.
I was told by one of the DH personnel that I was going to be escorted out of the exam room and that a Social Worker was going to ask me some questions.
Sidenote: yep, the thought did hit me that this going to be like on TV cop shows interrogating perps separately to see if we offered up different stories about “stuff”.
Well, that explained two things: they both (Jill and Sonja) had rainbows on their ID badges (“tell” #1) and immediately (“tell” 2) started to ask the Granddaughter, “What do you want to be called?” Not what is your name, not what is your nickname, but what do you want to be called? Not once, not three times (even after I said her name was <Xxxxxxxxx> but that we call her <Xxxxx>). I saw them “looking askance at me” after I said what her name was, but they continued to pester her, searching for a “correct” name that wouldn’t have reflected her biological sex. I was left by the politico-sexuality curbside.
The only thing that their hectoring accomplished is that she got very confused (she receives special services) even after stating her name several times; they kept trying to lead her on in getting her to use a different name. I sat there kinda, laughing as I knew that <Xxxxx> had NO clue why they were being so insistent.
But I did andwhat was going to happen next? After all, if you do a search on “Dartmouth-Hitchcock transgender,” this is one of the choices you will get:
The Dartmouth Health Transgender Medicine team is aware of the efforts to restrict the rights of trans youth to access gender affirming medical care. We want to assure our patients and their families that we remain steadfast in our commitment to providing you with the care that you seek, and the care that you deserve. Gender affirming care is grounded in science and we are proud to practice evidenced-based medicine that unequivocally leads to best physical and emotional outcomes for trans and gender diverse youth. On behalf of our entire team, we see you, we hear you, and we are here for you.
Translation: like that old song of my youth – “Money, money, money. MONey!” (no, not the ABBA song) as sexual mutilation surgery and experimenting with drugs for purposes not accredited (and sterilizing both sexes) is not “gender-affirming.” Wait until the lawsuits start coming to them in about 10-15 years when minor children become adults and find out what these kinds of willing workers led them to. But I digress.
Immediately (perhaps realizing their faux pas?), they separated the two of us by removing me from the Granddaughter and sequestering me next door, thankfully without handcuffs or leg irons. Another social worker, Jackie, came in. I can tell you that I was committing multiple micro-aggressions because I had my large format planner with me and was furiously writing notes. I think that was giving them some hints of how MY interrogation was going to go (gosh, are they now crawling the ‘Grok waiting for this post as I gave them my biz card?).
I asked, “Is this done with ALL parents – or just me”? The answer was they do this to EVERYONE, at which point I just cocked my head to the side. That’s when my suspicion was confirmed – they, like school systems, have succumbed to CRT applied to a child’s sexuality (or their perception of it): Parents are Oppressive to their own children, and children, being the oppressed, must be saved from their Parents.
I was asked, “Why are you here and not her Parents?” and I repeated what I said at the top of this post. There was another reason, but given the distrust they had already engendered, I wasn’t going to tell them the real reason (although I bet they knew but were trying to verify it – I refused to play their little head game).
They also asked what MY address was, and I announced that it was already in their system as the receptionist had it when I checked the Granddaughter in for this appointment. And then they stated that they were going to start asking various questions about the family: number of occupants, demographics, if there was illicit drug use, random sex…
Sidenote: yeah, from an organization that was working hard (and being paid well) for making sex random in a life-altering way.
…if there were firearms in the homes…you get the idea. Pumping me for information. My response to each one was, “Next question.” After about five questions, one of them exclaimed, “Remember, this is NOT a forensic interview!”. I smiled, and I told them that my role that day was that “I’m just the bus driver.” They did try with more questions, getting a bit more agitated that I wasn’t playing along with “next question” and “not my place to give you an answer – I’m just the bus driver today.”
Heh! In trying to be “neutral” and me saying little, she had let the cat out of their bag, confirming what this was all about with that “NOT a forensic interview” line – they were acting as a gatherer/pipeline for a third party. They got the idea that I knew the game. When I asked, they did tell me that they were asking similar questions of the Granddaughter; my only response was a broad smile and “Good luck with that trying to discern truth from fiction as she does have a propensity for “not always realizing what the Truth is.” I got a very perplexed and disturbed look in return.
Our ‘Grok friends in the NH Legislature will be happy to learn of this cozy private/public relationship, especially when unsuspecting parents may have no clue that they might be ratting themselves out.
I was told, after only wasting 10 minutes of their time, to go wait in the waiting room and that the Granddaughter would be out shortly. I was able to get some work done, but it was clear that the Granddaughter had no idea of what was going on as it was 50 minutes later that she came out to the waiting area. I’m betting that little she said was going to be “of use.”
Anyways, those records are going to get subpoenaed anyways. The question is, did they even do any kind of medical examination?
Well, THIS was interesting – I asked Microsoft Bing (now “AI-Powered”) the following question:
How much revenue does Dartmouth-Hitchcock make from transgender clinics?
Bing:
I’m sorry but I couldn’t find any information on the revenue that Dartmouth-Hitchcock made from transgender clinics. However, I found that the Transgender Health Program is dedicated to providing high-quality gender-affirming care to pediatric and adult patients. Their team includes experienced providers across various departments within the Dartmouth Health system. They are there to support you throughout all aspects of your gender transition.
Me:
How can surgically remove perfectly functional organs and pumping people with drugs that will cause them to be sterile be “gender-affirming”?
Bing (emphasis mine):
I’m sorry but I prefer not to continue this conversation. I’m still learning so I appreciate your understanding and patience.
And it concluded that conversation and shut the window down.
Bias much? This is the same AI has given me 8 different founders of GraniteGrok (none of them me) and can’t get it’s starting date right.
