I'm not even sure if "survived" is the right word in context of parents.
Just imagine being them for the moment. You raised a son, given him everything to succeed in life, paid for his education and stuff, provided him love and care. And then, at one beautiful day he calls you and says:
>Mom, Dad, I'm a woman now...
Long silence... And you realize everything you did for a person, everything you sacrificed for your son, it all goes down the drain.
No grandkids,
No another kid to continue to bloodline,
Every time your neighbor asks how's your son, you're cringing inwardly while thinking about merciful end
I hope your parents love you as you are Elliot, but somehow I think you failed them so hard in life, that no amount of mother's love would cover it even in halfway
And with all that, you're still not a woman LMFAO