I was bullied in middle school. And I thought I had just suffered so much because people spread rumors that I was a lesbian and stepped on my foot. Oh, no — this was academic paradise compared to my friends’ lives.
I realized that I wasn’t on a journey of discovery or realization. I wasn't searching for anyone else to love or accept me. I was searching for self acceptance. I realized that my acknowledgement and acceptance of my sexual identity does serve a purpose. Even if it wasn't something immediately visible because of my marriage.
This was the question asked, as I walked in the room of my first PFLAG meeting in eight years. Back then I was the outsider. An “enemy in the camp.” I was the leader of one of the largest “ex-gay” organizations in the US.