Cross-posted in GLBT forum:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=221x14880I've edited and redacted stuff for privacy..
For almost two years, I worked for "Ira" at The Xyz in Boston.
And then, within the space of about four months, my mother had congestive heart failure, my grandmother died, and I was diagnosed with cancer.
I spoke to Ira and told him I was having another operation in a week, and my mother was having an operation the week after that.
I asked Ira if I could take an unpaid medical leave for a month to protect and preserve my family and my health.
Ira, Chaplain of the City of Xville, champion for the preservation and protection of the family, member of The Massachusetts Family Institute, said "No."
He told me that in this economy he could replace me quickly for less money.
And that is precisely what he did. There was an ad for my position in The Boston Metro the next day.
I was fortunate in that I was in a "traditional" marriage-- with a woman who had medical insurance.
If I'd been a gay man with a male partner, my two year old daughter and I would have been left without health coverage, just when we needed it most.
I had to divide my time traveling between my home in Boston and traveling to New York, where my mother spent the next month, comatose, on a respirator in intensive care.
During that time, I had to make some very hard, very important decisions about my mother's care. If I had been her lesbian partner, and not her son, I might not have been given that right. I might not have even been allowed to visit.
In fact, as an ordained minister, I had more rights and privileges than any gay partner would have. Because I had a $15 card from Universal Life Church, I was allowed to visit in the post-operative recovery room-- where only doctors and clergy may visit. I was allowed (as a minister) to visit during any hours I wished. And there were even parking spots marked "clergy" that were reserved just for me.
It troubles me that that gay men and women are being denied basic human rights by the same people who not only take those rights for granted, but treat themselves to preferred parking spots at hospitals that tear loved ones apart every day.
The picture below is my mother, holding my daughter. It was the first time since her operation that my mother was strong enough to hold her granddaughter.