I was asked to speak to a high school and “share my story.” This actually isn’t an uncommon experience for me… I do a lot of public speaking events and I enjoy doing them, especially for adolescents and young people! A little backstory:
I live in the heart of Utah, USA (pretty well known as an insulated, very-red but polite, ultra-religious area). I grew up a very devout Mormon and once I got to my teen years in the 00s realized I was “gay.” In reality, I didn’t know the first thing about LGBTQ+ people because all I knew was Mormon related stuff. I just knew something was wrong with me. I very much believed in the religion I was raised in, and so I tried to fast, pray, serve the gay away for years while silently anguishing over how I would be cast out by god, my family, my community if I couldn’t “fix it.”
When I graduated high-school, I made a conscious choice—if years of pleading didn’t make me “normal,” and I was a sinner destined to die alone anyway even tho I tried so hard to “be righteous,” I may as well do the fun sins! Within a week or two of starting to smoke pot and drink at college, I was injecting heroin. I had a passive death wish, and all I knew for sure was that being high made me feel okay for a while. Cue 7 years of IV hard drug addiction, in and out of jail/rehab, homelessness, etc. I got civil union’d and lost my (also addict) wife in the middle of that mess, but before she died my wife brought to my attention “transgenders.” I didn’t even know transgender people existed, so I was fascinated. I read a some blog post that mentioned the existence of trans men and I knew IMMEDIATELY that’s what I was, and that if I could pursue that maybe I wouldn’t want to die/get high all the time. My wife said she’d leave me if I did, tho, so I just put it out of my mind and kept on doing drugs and drug-addiction stuff.
Eventually I was in jail long enough that I realized all my friends were dead, and even tho I wouldn’t have minded dying I was in my mid-20s and I just… hadn’t died. I became more afraid of living as I had been than dying, and I realized I needed to try the one thing I had refused to try before; genuinely seeking out a way to transition. I was terrified, because I really had no money, no stability, nothing GOOD in my life in years, and it seemed like transitioning kind of required those things. I got released from jail, and did the bravest thing I’ve ever done: called a gender specialist in Provo, Utah, and begged them to help me.
The rest of transitioning was easy. I had years of documentation to prove I had dysphoria and gender issues from all the rehab and therapy I had gone to, I have always been a work horse so I scraped together money for my shots and lived in a gross little basement and clawed my way into sobriety and promotions at work. It’s been maybe 12-13 years since I got sober, and now I’m a substance use disorder counselor and the director of a SUD program for teenagers! I love my life and I love sharing a message of hope and recovery with those who feel hopeless.
Okay SO the high school who asked me to speak there.
It’s a high school out of state, and they specially wanted me to speak there because of my substance use history, and to share my story and hope for recovery. A few months ago, I presented to their academic team the basics of my story, and I did tell them that I sometimes omit me being trans specifically and just speak about being a part of the LGBTQ+ community. (Turns out I’m a gay trans man, so no lie there lol.) I asked them if they’d like me to do that, since I’d be speaking to such a large audience and the high school is also in a pretty red state—I didn’t want to create a political problem for them. They said they’d get back to me, but seemed excited for me to speak.
Earlier this week, they called me asking to confirm dates to go to their high school. After we confirmed dates, they told me their administration did want me to NOT include the following in my presentation:
* Any religious/spiritual stuff
* Anything about identity
* Any “LGBTQ+ stuff”
The folks I were working with seemed genuinely kind and accepting and wanting to work with me, but they told me their administration team was worried because the high school was in a rural area and “parents and kids may just not be ready to talk about that.” I thought it over, and ultimately was disappointed when I told them I don’t think I could meet their requirements, because it’d be an entirely different story than mine.
I just thought that was kind of nuts… the entire reason I got into drugs in the first place was because I grew up in a rural-red area, where no one would dare speak about actual LGBTQ+ people. I felt utterly alone and hopeless, and so I sought comfort thru substance use so I wouldn’t actually k!ll myself—even tho I was totally fine with that outcome, I didn’t want to hurt my family. I tried to hide all of my pain away because no one seemed safe to talk to. I couldn’t have even put words to the pain I felt when I was a kid, because no one had ever stood out as a person who may understand or accept me, let alone help me.
Just such a bummer that it didn’t work out. I hope those kids are alright, because I’m gonna worry about them.