Mother’s Day is a good day for me of late. It’s often a day filled with things I love to do - sleeping late and spending time with my wife and daughter. It didn’t used to be such a happy day for me though and I remember acutely the pain I felt watching others have that role I desperately wanted - to be someone’s mom.

In my work as a hospice grief counselor, patients would sometimes be reluctant to speak up to ask questions or voice what they need, even though patients, not the doctors or loved ones, are at the center of care.

It is time we increase the visibility of PD, squash the stigma of getting screened, and start talking about PD as an intergenerational behavioral health issue that queer and trans individuals and chosen families should prioritize.