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I don't like to remember much of my childhood.
I was always the one who didn't fit into any social scene, no matter how hard I tried. I'm starting to realize now that it wasn't really my fault, all the teasing and constant verbal jabs, all the laughter directed at me, all the abuse in general, but that didn't make any difference back then. All I knew was that I stuck out like a sore thumb, I didn't really like to do any of the things the other kids my age liked, and really, more than anything, I just ended up wanting to be left alone.
My parents weren't any help at all. My father was gone for weeks at a time very frequently when I was young; he was an electrical engineer at the Fabri-Kal Corp. in Kalamazoo. Later, when I reached middle school, he would leave that job, but by then, there wasn't very much he could do to help, and even so, he certainly didn't try as I remember. I was, and am today, ignorant of many of the things sons usually learn from their fathers.
My mother, on the other hand, was home all the time while I was growing up. Oh, she cooked for us and kept us fed and warm, but for me at least, she was completely emotionally absent. She would tell me that I was getting picked on by the other kids because I wasn't 'like them'; because I didn't like to do the same things, and if I wanted the teasing to stop, well, I should just try doing the same things that the other kinds liked to do, or just suffer their abuse. In other words, it was all my fault, according to her.
Both my mom and dad would tell me, even at the age of seven or eight years old, that I needed to 'deal with it' and 'grow up.' Neither of them, as far as I know, ever did one thing to intervene, to really help, or to even listen to what I was saying about what was going on. They told me to 'ignore them and they'll stop,' so that's what I tried to do. It never stopped, and it only got worse as I progressed into high school.
I didn't know then that I was gay; I had my own suspicions, but denied it as long and hard as I could. My eyes were shut tight, even when I looked in the mirror. I heard people call me 'faggot' on a regular basis from the time I was in fourth or fifth grade right up until I graduated, and it took me until I was seventeen to connect the dots and admit to myself what I was. My mom had told me once, when I was fourteen, that "the only things that would really disappoint me would be for Melissa (my sister) to come home with a black boyfriend or for you to tell me you're gay." That simple, bigoted, hateful statement caused me to be unable to trust her with my suspicions about myself. It would turn out, as well, to be a prudent thing for me to do.
I've posted two other threads about what my mom did to me when she found out, so I won't go into that here. The point to all this is that gay kids, whether they know they are gay or not, face a great deal more abuse growing up than their 'normal' counterparts. They face this abuse from every direction- family, "friends," and even from inside themselves. Gay youths are set up for abuse from the moment they start liking boys rather than girls, and for many of them (including myself), they start to realize it very early on.
What does this kind of social and verbal abuse do to a young and still-developing mind? Even though I had an outlet that I was good at (music), that didn't help at all; no matter how many accomplishments I made in that arena, the people around me tried- tried- to beat me down. Even my own parents were unwilling to do anything at all to help, perhaps because they, too, had their own suspicions about me and decided I deserved it. Their own actions after they found out support that conclusion.
Growing up gay is hard. It's full of social shunning, verbal abuse, parental contempt and neglect, and that darkest beast of all, self-hate. It amazes me that so many people don't understand why gays are "so promiscuous;" that's a coping mechanism. I know when I was nineteen or so that I engaged in a couple of sexually irresponsible incidents, and who knows, maybe that will come back to haunt me someday. To be wanted, desired- those things were what was missing from my life for so many years.
Parents don't want gay kids. They just don't. They and the rest of society teach their children, by and large, that being gay is wrong, they teach that their own kids will be punished if they turn out that way, and that in turn causes those children to taunt and ridicule anyone they even think may be gay.
For my part, I'm not thirty years old yet and I have already a heap of regrets. Sometimes, I feel as if everything went wrong from square one. After all, my biological parents, whom I've never known, gave me up for adoption; in that sense, I've been rejected almost from the day I was born. I know that's a silly thing to say, but it's also technically true.
There are an awful lot of people out there, people like me, who are mere shadows today of what they could have been had they been given a chance. Now, as adults, they (and I) feel we should be equal to everyone else, that we have earned that privilege. We feel that we deserve after the childhoods we all had to some degree that the simple consideration that we can be with who we want and be left alone.
We can't get married, and in some cases, we can't even live together without being murdered for it. Even today, I tell people I don't know that I'm straight, just because that far easier than maybe ending up having to defend your life from a pack of madmen later that night. In many ways, I repress myself, who I am, because I have to.
I doubt I'll ever have as happy a life as a heterosexual would. People just don't like gay people. It's as simple as that. I will always have to work twice as hard, be twice as "nice," fight twice as hard, and for it all, I will only end up in the end hurting twice as much and being hurt twice as often. That's the brutal reality of being gay here and now- people don't want you to be happy. People don't want you to succeed. They don't want to show their kids that gay people can accomplish the same things straight people can, that they can be happy and successful adults, that gay people can be, in a word, 'normal.'
People, by and large, feel that gay people should be punished for their entire lives, until they 'decide' to change; at least, that's always been my experience. Straight people, by and large, think we want to be this way. They couldn't be more wrong, but try telling that to them. I know that's a broad brush, but I've been painted with one of those my whole life.
In sum, gay marriage isn't what people in general are against. Gays is what they're against. Most people would wish us right off the face of the earth if they could, and many would likely do it painfully if they could. The sad fact is that this country just doesn't like us. Most of this nation would prefer we just weren't around. We can't even count on our own families. Heterosexuals' lives are always their own, but for gay people, much of their lives are already decided, and decided against them.
I hear people say that if you don't like America, you should leave. For gays, however, society goes one step further and makes sure we know that we're not wanted in the first place.
Jesus wept.
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