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Edited on Wed May-03-06 10:58 AM by kgfnally
For example, kicking an honor roll, NHS member, clean criminal record, very talented musician child out of one's house and into the rain, and later yanking all college funding, because that child is gay could be a little physhologically damaging.
I don't have 'old college buddies'; they made sure to do it to me early so I didn't have any support network but them, and it was either move back into that environment, after getting kicked out in the first place, or be homeless. None of the friends I grew up with know who I really am anymore; I had to walk away from all of them to deal with the situation I found myself in when that happened.
I don't really have anyone at all I can go to when I need to talk to someone I can trust. Every tie of love I had with my family- except for my sister, who I rarely see or talk to anyway because of our individual schedules- got ripped to shreds, and when all was said and done, I found I had a huge, gaping, raw hole in my heart from where the biggest part of it got gouged out. They broke for me every dream I had, from the time I figured out I had musical talent... the which they had known about and not informed me of from the time I was five. The whole time I was a child, I felt like I couldn't do anything right, because although everyone important to me knew exactly where my real talents were, they each went out of their way to keep that from me.
I figured it out for myself, and then they turned and tore it all down and in the process made me ultimately feel ashamed I ever tried in the first place; I today feel like every moment I ever spent rehearsing, performing, composing, and so on was a complete waste of time. I didn't get to be a 'normal' teen, not because I was gay, but because I was dedicated to music to the point that I didn't have time to participate in other things. I knew what I wanted to do with my life very early compared to my peers, and I'm pretty sure at this point they (my parents and my peers both) bitterly resented that.
HORRORS! that someone gay could be so good at anything.
I can't even begin to describe what it's like to live with that sort of past. Not one single day goes by that all of that doesn't cross my mind in some way or other, and I simply can't help it- nobody can help what causes this or that memory to bubble up from one's subconscious!
So, I guess whether things like this are considered 'bashing' is purely subjective. Yes, physically beating someone up because they're gay is bashing, and we all agree on that. But what about the sort of mental abuse that turns one into an emotional cripple? What about the sort of treatment that leaves one unable to truly trust anyone, even himself? What of the complete loss of self-esteem and self-confidence, to the point that someone who used to be able to perform in front of tens of thousands of people at a time doesn't even want to go out to the bar- at all?
From my own personal experiences, that sort of bashing is far more damaging than simply beating someone up because they're gay (edit: for the record, I haven't actually been beat up, physically, for being gay). I've had to live with these moments in my past for a long, long time now, and please believe me when I say the wounds never really heal. Time doesn't do much of anything for this, not when those involved continually twist the knife (examples: giving one child thousands of dollars worth of child care a year, but requiring another child, the gay one, to sign a contract for a few hundred bucks to get some help getting an infected, impacted wisdom tooth pulled out, or refusing to follow through on a IOU given as a birthday gift over ten years ago).
The pain persists. It waxes, it wanes, and sometimes it doesn't hurt at all... but, like the moon, it will return eventually. It's only a matter of time.
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