September 19, 2012
Even as a little girl, I knew that I was attracted to females, and not to males, but I also knew that it wasn't accepted with my family. Years I hid that fact that the boys I would speak about to my mom, were never boys at all. I would have to listen to my parents and brother go on about how much they loath the LGBTQ community, and it got so bad that I wasn't even allowed to listen to my favorite group, Tegan and Sara, just because they were proud lesbians. My father burned shirts and broke CD's just because it was related to them. 15 years of hiding who I was, was beginning to break me down. I felt like no one was going to be there for me. No one would ever accept me for who I was. No one would ever love me. I fell into a deep depression, that my mother couldn't understand. I was yelled at and threatened each day to reveal what was wrong with me, but the fear of losing my family was too much for me, so I was not able to tell them, instead i kept it a secret for another 2 years. The day I turned 18 I knew I had to change. I was considered an adult in my parents eyes, so I decided they would be able to listen and talk to me in a adult manner. It was a Sunday in late January of this year, I sat my parents down and told them, they had to listen to me, let me finish, and then they could object or do whatever they would like to do. What happened, was not at all what I had even expected. My father was so filled with rage that he kicked me out of the house. My mother fought to keep me, but she lost. Alone and depressed, I walked around my city till I grew tired and ended up sleeping on a park bench. There I met the sweetest guy ever. He to was gay, but the difference was his family not only accepted it, they were proud to say he was gay. Well anyways, his name was Danny Garcia, he offered me a place to stay and to this day I'm still living with him. He also introduced me to our school GSA, and there although it took some time, I was able to accept my fate, and instead of being a mopey mope, I made friends, I shared my story with other club members, and Danny began to tell me all about the GSA network, and how they fight for what we have the right to have, and not only are they adults, they're students from all over the place. They put themselves in positions that people like me, from a small little city, appreciate so much, because they speak up, not only for themselves, but for the entire LGBTQ community. They give hope, they give love, they give life to people who are gay, bi, lesbian, transgender, they gave ME my life back. All it was, was a small group of guys and girls that couldn't even have gathered together to help, had it not been for the GSA network.
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