I've decided to share here an experience of mine from many, I think 20 years ago. I think it explains why I see things my way and why I get angry. I was an active member of the COC, the Dutch gay organisation. One of the things I did was answer the phone at consulting hours.
One night a woman called. She told me the story of her husband. Her husband came from a strict religious background. He knew he was gay and at some time he told his parents. His parents rejected him and told him he would burn in hell. They started putting pressure on him to get married and in the end he did. He didn't tell his wife about his gay feelings but kept struggling with them. After a few years of marriage he commited suicide and left a note for his wife in which he explained why he did it.
That night that woman called there was an item on TV about gays, especially about the conservative religious view on homosexuality. Being not very religious herself, she then understood what her husband must have gone through. How he felt there was no way out for him. That he felt so repressed that he rather committed suicide than to trust his wife and tell her about his feelings.
Since that night I get angry when the words 'gay' and 'hell' occur in one sentence. I think often about the long talk I had with that woman, how very hard she cried at that phone and also how mad she was that his family forced him into marriage and how that in the end made him kill himself.
I still get a lump in my throat when I tell this story.
One night a woman called. She told me the story of her husband. Her husband came from a strict religious background. He knew he was gay and at some time he told his parents. His parents rejected him and told him he would burn in hell. They started putting pressure on him to get married and in the end he did. He didn't tell his wife about his gay feelings but kept struggling with them. After a few years of marriage he commited suicide and left a note for his wife in which he explained why he did it.
That night that woman called there was an item on TV about gays, especially about the conservative religious view on homosexuality. Being not very religious herself, she then understood what her husband must have gone through. How he felt there was no way out for him. That he felt so repressed that he rather committed suicide than to trust his wife and tell her about his feelings.
Since that night I get angry when the words 'gay' and 'hell' occur in one sentence. I think often about the long talk I had with that woman, how very hard she cried at that phone and also how mad she was that his family forced him into marriage and how that in the end made him kill himself.
I still get a lump in my throat when I tell this story.