About 2 years later when I was ten did I finally found out
what I was. My parents are fanatically religious, we attended church three times
a week and did regular bible studies as a family. It was during a personal
bible study with my father that I instantly connected to a picture in a book. The
picture was of two male cowboys kissing. I asked my father what the two men
were doing. He said they were “homosexuals” and that god did not like them. He
then talked about Sodom and Gomorrah in relation to God destroying the cities
due to their homosexual activities of men sleeping with men.
I was being indoctrinated that men who were attracted to men
were Satan’s people and thus would not get into heaven. The thought of not
going to heaven was completely frightening to me at such a young age, but I
knew who I was and who I was attracted to. In hindsight, this was probably the
cause of many nightmares.
Therefore, I had to come to grips with being a homosexual at
a very early age. I even fantasied about my Year 3 teacher and my fellow
classmates. I didn’t know any other gay people at all, so I couldn’t discuss my
attraction with anyone. I had to internalize, reconcile and process the
indoctrination of the church with my feelings. I withdrew from my parents and
put on an effective mask that all was well.
It was only when I was 17 did my mask come crumbling down.
It all started with seizures. At first I did not know what was going on, I
would be in the middle of something and then get this overwhelming feeling of
danger. My heart would elevate, my breathing got shallow. I felt like I was
having a heart attack. I had cat scans and MRIs to work out what was causing my
seizures.
The results were normal, thus it was determined that it was
psychosomatic. I was actually having strong panic attacks. I was transferred to
a psychiatric hospital. The first night in a psychiatric hospital is completely
scary. I cried myself to sleep. I knew I was fine if I only I could come to
grips with telling my parents that I was gay. I was to spend three long months
in the psychiatric hospital. I also spent two weeks in a padded cell as I was
suicidal.
During my stay in hospital, I got to know my first gay
person. We instantly connected and I found I had my first man crush. We talked
for ages and were inseparable in the hospital. It was my feelings for this guy
that made me finally come out to my parents on the phone. I was released a week
later (yes, my psychiatrists thought that I had come to terms with my sexuality
and thus was not required to stay in hospital – how wrong they were).
I had a long uncomfortable discussion with my father and
mother. Their religious beliefs were that I had learnt my homosexuality. My
reply to them was how could I possibly learn this behaviour if I was brought up
in the religion and that I didn’t know any other gay people. For fuck’s sake I
was a walking example that environmental factors did not play a part. However,
to appease my parents, I agreed that I would continue to go to church and have
meetings with the church priest to work through my issues. I also had
reluctantly agreed to not contact the first gay person I had ever met. Needless
to say I was emotionally upset and he was too. My actions would prove to be
disastrous.
It was about three months after returning home, I was still
on strong anti-psychotic medication. I felt I could no longer live this double
life, I was destroying myself emotionally by trying to conform with my parents
expectations and religious upbringing. Something broke inside me, my mind
crystallised. I had tunnel vision that the only way out of this predicament was
to commit suicide. It was a moment of sheer determination when I took a whole
bottle of the medication (enough to kill at least 4 people). As I was falling
asleep my mind was at rest, I felt free. I simply can’t explain the sense of
utter satisfaction that all my worries would dissipate.
My next memory is waking up in the Intensive Care Unit with
tubes in my mouth and cords everywhere. That moment of waking was extremely
distressing. I wanted to die not to live through the torture that was my life.
I found out that after falling asleep my parents found me walking around the
house like a zombie completely unresponsive. They called an ambulance and I had
my stomach pumped. I felt like shit, not only from the actions taken to save my
life but the mere fact I was still alive.
I resolved that as I was still alive, I would take control
over my life. I told my parents that I was gay and there was nothing they could
do or say that would change the situation. I refused to attend church or attend
bible studies. I was turning my back on religion. It was the best thing I have
ever done.
My father was deeply distraught by this turn of events. He
attempted to blackmail me to try and make me stay within the religion by saying
that he would have to resign his priesthood as he couldn’t reconcile being a
priest and bringing up a gay son. He also gave the usual speech – as long as
you live under my roof you can’t practice being gay. Needless to say this was
possible as I still did not know any other gay people. But I did not want to
give my dad the satisfaction that his blackmail worked. I moved out within two
weeks.
I tried to contact the first gay person I knew, only to be
stonewalled and received no response.
Do I still talk with my parents? – Yes. We have reached an
agreement to tolerate each other. My mother doesn’t ask too many questions and
I don’t provide too much details. They initially still tried to preach to me
saying that I was not going to go to heaven. I had the perfect response, if all
the other gay people where not going to heaven then why would I want to go to
heaven. They had no response to this.
Do I still love my parents? - This is a very difficult question. They did
bring me up the only way they knew how. I appreciate that I am the person I am
today because of this upbringing. I honestly don’t know whether I can say I
love them. I don’t hate them, I hate their behaviour and actions towards me.
I can say I hate religion, all types of religion. I am an atheist and do not believe in a divine being.
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