I came out in the deep South in 1982. I was a fifteen year old gay boy who didn't know what "pride" was and there was no support network.
Two Weeks ago I was flying back from a business trip on a prop plane from San Francisco. This very attractive Brunette woman sat next to me and we talked about all kinds of things. She asked me about my rainbow ring necklace. I explained that I had been severely ostracized as a young gay and I wanted to be visible so that our youth understood that they are not alone. She choked up and discussed her teen boy of 14 named Tim. He had just transferred schools because he was being bullied. She said he was obviously gay but he had never come out and she was worried about him. I gave her my business card and explained that if there was ever any way I could help to call. I told my partner about it and we both thought it was sad the boy had been bullied.
I got a call yesterday from her, her son is in the hospital under suicide watch. He is on his second attempt. He mentions being Bi in the letters he has left. I felt powerless and immediately thought to myself, what to do? How to save? So I looked up numbers for the Trevor Project and local GLBT resources. I called her back and gave her numbers. She was looking for big brother advocacy for her Bi Son. It reminded me so much of being young and thinking that no one would help me. How do we become more visible? How do we help our kids who think it is hopeless? Especially when they are bullied and then feel as if they have no hope for a better life?
Just where I am today.