Anna -
So if I were sensible I would be sleeping right now. Both my boys and Derek are zonked out, but instead of sleeping I chose to catch up on things I can't get done during the day. While I feel productive right now, I know when morning comes I will be kicking myself! Anyways, I have had some thoughts flooding through my mind today that I wanted to discuss.
First, I am new to this whole blogging thing so forgive me if I sound disjointed. As I've read posts from many gay Mormon bloggers my heart has truly been touched by their stories. Some I have read have chosen to stay active in the church with the hope that they will either marry in this life or the next. This is truly inspiring to me. Others have chosen a different path, which is to leave the church to live a life they feel is more authentic and will bring them greater fulfillment in this life. I see this as a very courageous choice as well. Both sides have caused me to think a great deal. By reading these stories I have felt love, compassion and mercy towards those who have these attractions, including my husband. I have not walked in these shoes, but I walk beside them. I see what Derek goes through and the way he tries to reconcile his own authenticity while staying true to his beliefs and our marriage and it is a tough challenge! I guess what I want to say is to all of you that face this same predicament, you inspire me. I've always been a believer that whatever challenge is presented to us, we can learn and grow from it. I know that this is true for some of you who may read this that are struggling right now. What I've learned is that life will never meet our expectations of how we think things should go. The real challenge is to find joy in the here and now. I think this is something I will struggle with the rest of my life-being happy TODAY regardless of what my circumstances may be. I found a quote by President Hinckley that I feel sums it up quite well:
"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. The fact is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise... the trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
This goes along with the "I'll be happy when ..." cycle. I feel that most of my life I've played that game. First it was "I'll be happy when I go to college". Then it was "I love college but I'll be truly happy when I get married." After that came, "Well marriage is good but when we have kids, that's when things will really be great." Looking back, all of these times in my life have been good and there is no magic moment when I will truly feel fulfilled. We tend to look at these types of situations that we haven't experienced yet or yearn for with rose-colored glasses. When in reality, life is not that way.
I have done this with my marriage. After realizing that my husband didn't meet the high expectations I thought all husbands should meet and that I was married to a gay man, I kind of mourned the loss of the marriage I thought I would have. I focused on the things that were missing instead of all the great things I did have. Because I'm human, I still do this sometimes. I think though that I have learned a little more to look at my marriage, and my life, with a more realistic approach. Life is hard, bad things happen, the days drone on, glamorous and exciting things don't happen all of the time. However, life is also great, wonderful things do happen, the years fly by, and there are special moments that I treasure. I have learned to find immense joy in seeing my little newborn baby look into my eyes and smile. I get excited when my 2 year old says a new word or gives me a kiss. I treasure the times that Derek and I can just lay and bed and talk about our day, or the funny things the kids did. That is what life's all about.
So to you who may be reading that are feeling robbed, discouraged, or that you're life is not turning out how you planned I want to say something that someone once told me. When I was in some of my hardest times, someone told me, "Anna, I know that it's hard to see this right now, but what if it's possible that your life could turn out so much better than you imagine it will?" This made me think. At that time, I had a doomsday view of how my life was going to go. This included loneliness, sadness and just trying to get by. As I thought about what this person told me I started to think about that being a reality. Maybe my life will turn out better than I thought? Maybe one day I will look back on all of these hard things and see how much I've learned? Maybe I can be truly happy? I believe happiness is possible for everyone. Some days it may not feel like it, we may feel that our unmet needs outweigh our blessings. This is normal. What I've learned is that everything is a phase in life. We go through a hard time-it's a phase. That doesn't mean there won't be more hard times, but they will always pass and joy will come. I have learned to try to take life one day at a time, that is really all we can do. The great thing about life is that all of the imperfections and hard times make the great ones that much more worth it.
from the closet to the rooftop: coming to terms with being gay, married, and Mormon.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Walking in Her Shoes
Derek -
I'm breaking from the norm here by inviting a very special person to write the post today...my wife! She's recently taken interest in the Moho blogging community, and we both feel that she has a lot she can add here. This way we can explore together what it means to have a Mormon mixed orientation marriage. I hope you appreciate her perspective. I'm sure you'll all see why I married her, and why I choose to stay married. We'll call her Anna. If you want to contact her directly feel free to email her.
Anna -
I'm glad that Derek asked me to write a little bit about my perspective on this blog. As of late I've come to realize there's this whole gay Mormon community that I never knew even existed! I've enjoyed reading people's experiences through blogging, books and video clips. I've definitely gained a great deal of understanding and perspective concerning same-sex attraction. So I want to add a little bit of my voice to this subject matter. First off, I'll give you a little bit of background about my situation. I grew up in a home where my Dad wasn't active and my Mom was always the one to take us to church. She passed away during my teenage years and our family went through a really rough time. I always longed for the days when I could be married and have more control of my situation. My siblings and I went to church by ourselves and continued building our testimonies. After graduating high school, I attended BYU where I met Derek in my junior year. I was immediately attracted to him and we started dating pretty quickly. We dated for about 4 months, got engaged and then were married 4 months later. You could say we were on the BYU fast track. I truly thought my life was set and after going through so much I had started a new little family with someone who would never let me down. Looking back now, I realize my expectations for marriage were totally unrealistic!
Shortly after we got married, Derek broke down and told me that he had a problem with pornography. I was completely devastated. This broke the mold of the perfect life I thought was ahead of me. I immediately had questions like "What's wrong with me?" or "I must not be pretty enough." I went through a range of emotions from anger, to resentment, to complete sadness. Shortly after that, I saw a message on facebook that some guy had sent to Derek. It seemed a little fishy to me (nothing inappropriate, just not something a straight guy would say). I think that's when I started to question if Derek was gay. I confronted him about it and he told me that he's attracted to men. Finding all this out right after recently being married just about rocked my world. This guy I thought I knew was totally different than I imagined. We started going to counseling, visiting bishops to get spiritual help, and did what we knew how to cope with this. Looking back now, I realize that we were quite young and our knowledge was so limited. A couple of years went by where we acknowledged the problem and there would be hurtful times but we never fully dealt with it. So I guess this starts our journey together with same sex attraction.
Over the past 6 months Derek has really started to address his attractions and what it means for him to be gay. He clued me in on this about last September, when he really started to try and figure out who he is and what he really wants out of life. I was very nervous about what his realizations meant for our family and his activity in the church. We've had some really tough conversations and have done a ton of talking over the past couple of months. Truthfully, there have been times for both of us when we've thought "How in the world is this ever going to work?". During those times, I would think about my children. They both mean the world to me, and I want to do everything I can so that they can be raised my their mom and dad and see a healthy, loving relationship. But what about my own happiness? I need to want this for me and not just for them, right? There was a point where I felt so down that I just told Derek that he could leave and live a lifestyle that seems to be more true to himself. His response to me was "I'm not going anywhere." Through all of this, I always knew that I loved him. That never changed.
So here we are today. Some people would probably say we're crazy. Some people would probably say to get out now before you invest more in the relationship. However, I don't see it that way. What I've come to know is that I'm married to my best friend and that our marriage is real. It's not a fairy tale, but whose is? Yes, we struggle and have bad days. But we also have some really great days. The pluses outweigh the minuses. We've learned that we can't look at our marriage as a stereotypical marriage because it's not. We have learned to communicate and be much more honest about things. (FYI: I would advise anyone in this situation to have full disclosure of everything before getting married.) We still have a lot to learn and a long ways to go but we're trying. I find that it's really gratifying to work so hard for something you believe so strongly in. It has only brought us closer together. And amidst the hard things, I can step back and see what a beautiful life I have. I have a husband who loves me and is willing to stick with me through the hard times, two beautiful, truly amazing children, and a loving Heavenly Father who has allowed me to take this journey and become a little better because of it.
I'll end here for tonight, I have a baby that needs me. In future blog posts, I would like to talk further in depth about certain things I mentioned here and other thoughts I have on the subject matter.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Letter to My Bishop
There's recently been a bit of discussion in the moho blogosphere about the shame associated with pornography use. I wanted to include this letter to my bishop because it contains the clearest way that I can express how I feel about this topic. Also, I'm not trying to encourage harsh criticism toward leaders of the church, but I do feel that it is important for us to think critically about the kind of help we receive (or don't receive) from bishops and stake presidents who are just as human as everyone else. Since homosexuality is so misunderstood by the church, I hope this approach is helpful.
Dear Bishop,
I prefer to communicate with you this way rather than in
person. I greatly lack in the ability to represent myself verbally, and every
time I go to your office I leave very frustrated and feeling completely
misunderstood, as if I’ve been attacked or interrogated. Your approach causes
me to feel very inferior and defensive, and the added anxiety gets me worked up
to the point where I lack clarity of thought or speech. I hope that this method
will allow complete honesty and understanding to exist between us. In writing
this I’ve tried to allow myself time to let go of much of the bitterness that I
have towards you, however, I apologize if some of that still shows through. Please
allow me first to make a few things very clear, after which I will provide you
with some background that I hope will help you to understand my situation
better.
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I do not view the use of pornography as
acceptable behavior, especially for a man holding the priesthood of God.
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When I explained some of my thoughts on
masturbation you wrongly assumed that I felt the same way about pornography
use.
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I do my best to sustain the leaders of the
church and follow the counsel of the prophets. Admittedly, I have a few
reservations which I am trying my best to resolve, but my behavior has shown
that I do not intentionally defy their counsel.
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In no way do I try to convey myself as being
guiltless or innocent, rather I see myself as an imperfect, struggling man
doing my best to live the gospel of Jesus Christ.
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Yes, I am critical of church policies and
practices. I think it is only natural to question that which is a large part of
your life. However, in my questioning I’m doing my best to have patience with
the church. I’m praying also for the faith and humility to understand the
things about the church that leave me frustrated. I do not question the core
doctrines of the church, just the manner in which those doctrines are applied.
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I am completely committed to my marriage and
family.
I have struggled with addiction to pornography off and on
ever since I was a teen. I’ve known that
I’m attracted to men since even before that. It was something that I thought
would go away once I was married, but that has definitely not happened. Out of
fear, I never told anyone about my homosexuality before I was married. Shortly
afterward, I broke down and told my wife. This was an extremely challenging time
for us. Thanks to the help of two wonderful bishops and an LDS family therapist,
we made it through that first year of our marriage. I told them some of the
very same things I told you. Although they didn’t understand, they did their
best to help me feel loved. They offered me spiritual support. They gave me
priesthood blessings. They met with my wife and I together. One bishop even
called my wife and me as temple workers to give me the added spirituality I
needed to fight the porn addiction. They tried to help me understand that it is
not a sin to be attracted to men, but acting on that attraction is. At that
time the sentiment of the church was that same-sex attraction is something akin
to a disease (that has changed only very recently with the launch of the new
church website, www.mormonsandgays.org)
and so I treated it like a disease with the assumption that I would be cured
through faithful living of the gospel. However, recently I have learned that my
attraction to men is very much a part of who I am. Just before I met you I came to accept the
fact that I am a gay man and always will be. These past few months have been by far the
most difficult months both for me and my wife as we’ve grappled with this
realization and what it means for our marriage.
As I began to learn more about homosexuality and the church’s
teachings on the subject, I became very hurt with many of the things that the
church has done and said about it. It shouldn’t be any surprise that because of
the church’s attitude toward homosexuality, Utah has one of the highest gay
suicide rates in the nation. This and
many other things rocked my faith and testimony. It was at this time of my
lowest point of spirituality that I turned to you. I understood that I would
need to face the consequences of my porn addiction, but I was so desperate for
spiritual help that I was willing to go through that. I was expecting spiritual
support and encouragement. I was expecting to be shown the love and hope that
is part of the Atonement. I was expecting some guidance to my wife and I
together that would help us to improve our marriage. I got none of that from
you.
Instead, I’ve left our few meetings feeling more confused
and frustrated than ever. I was drowning, and rather than being offered help
out of the water I felt like I was being criticized for my poor swimming
techniques. The issues with my marriage go much deeper than my porn addiction,
and you chose to not only focus on that issue and ignore others, but to make it
seem like more of a problem in my marriage than it is. Your actions toward me felt
very punitive, with the objective of shaming me unto repentance. My wife also
felt punished, as she was left to go alone to the temple dedication and to do
temple work by herself. Not only that, but you denied both of us the
opportunity of having a calling in the ward for several months without even
asking us about it or telling us that you had advised the Relief Society
presidency not to give her an assignment. This really hurt and embarrassed her,
and just caused her to have more resentment toward me that made our marriage
problems even worse. You threatened me by saying that my porn addiction would
lead to divorce, even when I tried to explain to you that I was concerned about
much more difficult issues than porn. Up to 85% of mixed-orientation marriages
like mine end in divorce, even in the church. This is due to the emotional and
physical dissonance and insecurity that exists when one spouse is gay, not just
because of porn. These sort of problems contribute to my fear of infidelity
that I expressed to you, which you totally misconstrued to say that I viewed
porn as the acceptable lesser of two evils.
I disagree entirely with how the church goes about the issue
of pornography. I recently learned that Utah is the most porn-consuming state
in the nation, and I am shocked and saddened (see the study here). The
approach of the church creates a lure for boys as they have incessant warnings
about pornography pounded down their throats from the time they are in primary.
Not only that, but it creates a stigma that pits wives against their husbands
and gives them justification to play up the victim role (that video you showed the
ward a few months ago is a prime example of this). This worsens marital
relationships, thus exacerbating the porn addiction. This only increases the
intense shame and guilt that men already feel. This shame and guilt is fuel
that feeds the fire of addiction, keeping the men of the church trapped in the
cycle. Also, as with most addictions, the more reminders one has about it the
more one is likely to succumb. Thankfully, you are not as absurd as another
bishop I know of who insisted that the individual he was working with text him
every evening to report on whether or not he had viewed pornography that day.
Your approach is focused on me having regular reminders of
my addiction, and “punishments” that add to my shame. Shame and guilt is not a
motivator for me. The hope and love offered by Christ’s Atonement is my
motivation. The scriptures you assigned me to read are powerful, but they also reinforce
the notion that I am to feel as guilty and horrible as possible in order to
change, thus feeding the shame cycle. I do accept our prophets as divine
witnesses of Christ who are inspired of God, but because they have been wrong
in the past about homosexuality and other issues, I have a hard time trusting
everything they say. When you asked me if I would do anything a prophet asked
of me I told you no because I do not view everything that comes out of their
mouth to be doctrine. Instead I take their counsel to God through prayer.
President Hinckley’s counsel to pray to be released from the stain of
pornography is excellent, but it is definitely coming from someone who has
never been under the powerful grasp of porn addiction. Although nothing is
impossible for God, I have come to learn that for me, I cannot “pray the gay
away,” nor can I pray the porn addiction away as I have tried this many times.
It is not something that can be overcome by fighting it head on. Instead, I
view the addiction as a manifestation of unmet needs and imbalance in my life.
Porn addiction is tied to my depression, my struggling spirituality, my
insecurity and lack of fulfillment in my marriage, as well as the way I handle
the great amount of stress that I am under as a father of two kids who works
two jobs while going to school full time. I am fighting my addiction to porn by
working to improve in these areas directly so that there can be a balance in my
life. That is the approach I am using to work towards my goal to one day be
completely free from porn addiction (for more in-depth explanation of this approach, check out this podcast). I was being completely honest with you
when I said that my struggles with pornography have improved over the past
month. I only wish you could have rejoiced with me over this improvement rather
making me feel even more attacked.
I was very hurt when you immediately came to the conclusion
that I was immoral and unfit to bless my newborn son. I take my role as a
father very seriously, and I do not appreciate anything coming between me and
my sons. I know I am worthy. My wife knows I am worthy. Yes, I struggle. Yes, I
make mistakes that make me unclean. I am far from perfect. However, God does
not expect me to ever become perfect until the next life. Until then, I have to
keep working to be a better person and go from grace to grace, just as everyone
else in the church does. The fact that you ignored the statement in the church
handbook that one does not even need to be temple worthy to bless their own
child leads me to think that you are using your position of power to make the
blessing of my son as the “carrot before the horse” that will bring me unto
repentance. Because I disagree with your methods so much, my child will not be
blessed in this ward. If your opinion of me changes, I would like to bless my
son in the ward that my father is a bishop over this Sunday, with your permission.
If you stick to your judgments of me, we will postpone the blessing until we
are members of another ward. We are doing this because we want the blessing of
my son to be focused on the love that my wife and I have for him, and to be
a demonstration of the gratitude that we have to God for bringing him into our
home. Since next Sunday is the first
Sunday of the new year, we feel that it is an appropriate time for us to make
ourselves members of another ward. I also expect that I will feel more comfortable
attending church there so that I can get the spiritual nourishment that I need
so much right now.
I’m sorry if this has come across as being harsh. I hope
that one day I’ll be able to let go of my bitterness and we’ll be able to see
this as a big misunderstanding. I wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Derek
Friday, December 28, 2012
Holiday Musings
I have a love/hate relationship with the holidays. I love them because I get a much-needed break from school and work, and I hate them because I'm not busy working or going to class. It's strange. I'm quite a workaholic, and so going from working all day (and night) during finals and then having very little to do during the break causes me anxiety. But then again going to school causes tremendous anxiety as well. Meh, I guess I'm just always anxious. The hardest part was getting together with my side of the family. I have a large family, with many nieces and nephews, and I feel like I can only take them in small dosages. Whenever we get together, I probably seem like such a recluse. I play in the corner with my kid, sit on the other end of the room reading, or make the excuse that I need a nap. I guess I just don't fully connect or relate to my family. I feel so different from them. I always have. It seems like every time I see them for holidays my depression worsens and I leave wishing I had just stayed home. I wonder if any of my family has noticed or perhaps they just think that I'm always like that.
There have been some great aspects of this holiday break. For the first time ever I spent Christmas at my own home with my little family, and I liked it so much better than going to my parents or in-laws. It was peaceful, less chaotic, and I am able to be more in control of my environment. I also get to spend more time with my kids, which is awesome. My infant son is practically glued to my side all day and night, and he usually freaks when he's put down, but I don't mind having him as a little snuggle buddy. My other son is in an extremely cute phase right now. He says some of the funniest things and has the most hilarious antics. It's easy to miss all the little things in life like this when you feel burdened down with worry and depression, so I'm so grateful for the opportunity to take life a little slower and allow myself the chance to relish the tender moments.
The best part is that I've been able to reconnect with my wife. The stress of kids, work, and school during this past semester only exacerbated our marital issues, and having more time for each other has been very healthy. I have more hope now that things can work out for us, and so does my wife. It's funny how much has changed between us in the past few months. We've gone from being too afraid to bring up "my issue" to talking about it openly all the time. She's much more accepting of my homosexuality, and she's making great progress in understanding it all. Never in my marriage have we been so open and honest with each other, and it's great! It's all still very new and strange to her, but we're able to joke about my sexuality now. We talk about the men we find attractive and tease each other about our celebrity crushes. She asks me about all my gay friends, and she even had one of them over for dinner last week. That helped her a ton, because she was able to see how non-threatening and beneficial these friendships are to me. Today she kept singing, "Bromance." It's stuck in her head because I showed her the music video while trying to explain the endearing aspects of one of my friendships!
My wife and I like to laugh together over the drama that goes on in the gay community. You single guys know what I'm talking about. You all have the most interesting "interactions." I'll admit, there's been times these past few months that I've wished I were single or I regret getting married. I thought that life would be so much less complicated and happier if I weren't married to a woman. However, you guys have shown me that it doesn't matter whether you're single or married, being a gay Mormon sucks! (and it's made me appreciate being married.)
In all seriousness, we all struggle. We all have challenges. As a young married man, mine are much different than the rest of my gay friends close to my age (who are all unmarried). It's a completely different dynamic being married with kids, but I really do feel your pain. It's hard feeling misunderstood. It's scary to feel alone. It is miserable to feel hopeless about the future. It hurts to have unmet needs and desires. It is extremely challenging to reconcile our homosexuality with Mormonism. We stumble and make mistakes. We make asses out of ourselves. We hurt ourselves and those we love. We let our minds get clouded by emotion. We find ourselves riding the wave of emotions, feeling on top of the world one day and completely wretched the next.
But you know what? It's ok. That's what this life is all about. We learn what we need to learn, and we move on. We're not alone. We have each other. This community of bloggers has been incredibly helpful to me. I love reading about your views and perspectives. I love the exchange of ideas and the offering of support. The situation regarding homosexuality in the church is discouraging, but there is hope, and changes (as small as they are) are happening. I see all of us as being part of that change. I think it would be awesome to one day in the future be able to see things in an entirely better state than they are now and be able to look back and appreciate the role that we played in that change.
If you do feel like you're going at it alone, don't give up. Know that there are many who stand ready to accept you. Heck, feel free to contact me if you need someone to talk to. I don't claim to be anywhere close to having everything figured out, but then again who really does? Helping others helps me because it keeps me from getting too selfish and self-centered. Also, remember that no matter what, you always have a God in heaven that loves you. He knows you better than anyone, and you've been given the trials you have as an opportunity to come to know Him and yourself better.
Christmas must have put me in a good mood. We'll see how long I can ride this wave. Happy New Year everyone!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Ugly Duckling: Gay Mormon Style
In my last post I mentioned that I wanted to become unburdened with unrealistic expectations for my marriage. I realize now that I'm not even fully sure that I know what that means. So I wanted to explore this a bit and see if anyone else had input on this subject.
My line of thinking is that I no longer want to live with a false sense of reality. I have been doing that for many years in my marriage. After initially coming out to my wife early on, we took some time to address the shock of it all, I went to some counseling, and things got a bit better. However, the reason things got better is because we learned how to avoid the topic of my homosexuality altogether. It was just too painful for both of us to deal with.
Allow me to explain my situation with a metaphor. You know the ugly duckling from the well-known children's story? That's me. The point when I came out to my wife was like saying, "I'm not like other ducks. I don't walk like, talk like, or swim like other ducks." This caused chaos and instability in my marriage. It seemed then that the most obvious solution to this problem was to walk the walk, talk the talk, and swim just as all the other ducks in the pond did. This went on for over two and a half years. I did most everything I could to be theI best duck possible.
But something still didn't feel right. Life as a duck felt too fake, too forced, and too scripted. I wondered why I couldn't just get the same joy out of life the way that other ducks did. Loneliness and isolation set in. With that came self hate and loathing. There were times I thought I would rather be dead than continue being the ugly duckling that I was.
Just when I reached an all-time low, I spotted a different flock. They did not walk like, talk like, or swim like other ducks. They were swans, and I was scared of them. Then one day as I was looking at my reflection in the water came the realization: I am not an ugly duckling. I too am a swan.
With this realization came a flood of emotions. I was relieved that there was nothing wrong with me as I had thought all along. There was less shame in the way I walked and talked. I began to feel less pressure to continue the charade of acting like a duck. I even made friends with some swans and found that they were not as scary as I thought they were. However, this new realization was not without its difficulties. My duck wife was not sure she could remain married to a swan. My duck bishop ignored the fact that I am a swan, and simply told me that I was a bad duck. I felt as though there were no place for me in the duck pond, and I began to agonize over the thought of ever having to leave my nest of ducklings.
I've recently decided to commit myself to working on my marriage. By default that also means that I am staying in the Mormon duck pond. So what am I to do? How do I live without the burden of unrealistic expectations? I cannot unlearn the fact that I am a swan. I cannot expect to be magically transformed into a duck. Do I continue acting like a fake duck? Do I act like a swan yet remain in the pond with the ducks? Is there any way of taking flight with the other swans? I don't know.
This blog post turned out much differently than I expected. I hadn't planned on carrying out that metaphor for so long. It just seems to fit the situation so well. This leaves me thinking: will I ever be at peace with myself? Is it ok to be a swan among ducks? Will I ever feel like an authentic swan? How can I find joy in staying in the duck pond?
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Hope Amid the Turmoil
These past two weeks have very much been a crucible for me. It seems that combined with all the hellish stress of finals, everything else that I've been struggling with has come to a head recently. I've experienced some of my darkest moments, and my range of emotions has been all over the charts. That being said, the sweet has come with the bitter, and some incredible moments have been sprinkled throughout the storm. I'm going to try to address all the various elements that have been part of this craziness, so this post may be a bit choppy, but here it goes.
School/Work:
This past semester has been the hardest for me in my entire academic career. Creditwise it has been less than others I've taken (last spring I did 18), but combined with all the personal struggles and other demands on my time it has contributed to a big academic train wreck. I've never turned in so many late assignments before. However, I have some very understanding professors which has helped a ton. Thankfully I didn't fail any classes or lose my scholarship.
I've slept so little these past few weeks. I had so many all-nighters that I lost count. I rarely slept for more than three or four hours a night. Strangely enough, I haven't had to drink as much "unlawful" caffeinated beverages as I have in times past. I guess high levels of anxiety are great for keeping me alert enough to get all my papers and projects done.
I came out to my English teacher about a month ago. I was sitting in her office discussing my chosen topic for my persuasive research essay, and she challenged me to write about something personal, something that I think about a lot. So I told her a bit about the challenges I'm currently going through as a married gay Mormon. She was extremely kind and encouraging, and so I wrote my paper about the options for gay men in the LDS church. I learned a ton. I plan on posting it to this blog soon after I do some double-checking of of the data I used.
The other day I was talking with a classmate about the stress of school, and so I ended up telling her that I go to a counselor on a weekly basis. She was surprised that I would tell her that. It seems in Utah we have this fear of admitting that we're struggling because we are afraid that people will see us differently or think that we're not being righteous enough. But I've come to realize that everyone struggles, and if we let people think that our lives are peachy and perfect then it only makes them feel more inadequate when they compare themselves to us. We all have shit to work through, and so why don't we admit it and support each other through it? My classmate told me, "I've been wondering how you do it with two jobs, a full load of courses, and two kids. Now I know how!" I let out a smug grin and thought, "Oh you don't even know the half of it!" Counseling has certainly helped but I don't even know how I made it through. I've tried to surround myself with therapy in all forms. I exercise regularly, which is very important for me to do. Recently as things have gotten very hard, I've been blessed with great friends and family who have been there to support me and help me keep standing. (which is a great segue-way into the next element of my life).
Friendships:
Three weeks ago I felt very alone. Reading blogs helped, but I still felt very distant from people. Sure, I have old friendships, some great classmates, and a terrific counselor, but no one to whom I could turn to at any time for support when things got rocky in my marriage. That has changed. Partly because of this blog I have gained a small handful of gay friends. It's seriously like they started popping out of the floorboards or something! Now I have talks and texts and emails with gay guys all the time. I'm not exactly sure why but men who experience feelings similar to mine are so much easier to relate to and connect with. When my wife or counselor tell me, "It'll be ok," for some reason it doesn't offer the same kind of comfort and solace that those same words convey when I hear them from one of my gay friends. Even if they just empathize with me their sincerity means so much more to me. I suppose the reason it's this way is that it's part of my deeply rooted emotional need for a connection with other men.
One of these friends in particular has been terrific. I feel like I've known him for much longer than a few weeks. He has taken so much time to talk through my struggles with me, and his support has been incredibly valuable. Hearing his own struggles have helped me feel so blessed and fortunate. There were a few times that I was in a very ugly place spiritually and emotionally, and I have him to thank for pulling me out of that pit and providing a ray of sunshine in the midst of the storm.
Wife/Marriage:
I don't want to share too many details about my marriage. That's not the intent of this blog. I will just say that these past two weeks have been the roughest we've ever seen. We've stared divorce in the face. There were times that I lost all hope. I was miserable and my poor wife was equally as miserable. For so long she was mourning over our marriage and our future. It wasn't until she hit rock bottom that things started to change. She eventually realized that she could not continue to live with the attitude that her life held no possibility for joy. She came to me a few days ago with a changed perspective. I could see that she was starting to view our marriage with much more acceptance and hope. It was a beautiful moment.
There are those who wonder why I am still married. There are well-meaning individuals who have been through what I'm going through and have encouraged me to just end it now. It does make sense, after all, since it would be much harder to end my marriage 10-20 years from now, than to do it now. I would be able to allow my wife and I to move on and rebuild our lives. I would be able to be fully authentic in my sexuality, whatever that means.
But here's my thoughts on divorce for my situation: it doesn't seem like the answer. It doesn't seem like it will solve my problems and bring me happiness, at least not yet. I hesitate to use this comparison because I hate it when people compare being gay to having a disease, but here I'll compare it more to my marriage than my homosexuality. If a doctor were to tell me that I had an illness that gave me an 85% chance of dying in the next year, what would I do? Would I buy a gun on the way home from my appointment and shoot myself when I got home just because death is inevitable? Of course not! I would learn everything I could about my condition. I would seek the best professionals out there who can help me beat the odds. Although I would make the necessary preparations to die, I would do everything I could to get better. I would adjust my expectations and adapt however it was necessary. I would do my best to enjoy what time I have left in this life and make the most of it.
So this is the new attitude that I'm going to try to approach my marriage with. This line of thinking is what brings me the most hope for a happy future. This doesn't mean that I'm going to conform to the expectations of everyone around me. Instead I'm going to find my own way. I'm going to unburden myself with unrealistic expectations and put my marriage in God's hands. That's all that my wife and I can really do at this point.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Hole in my Heart
It seems that I've been coming out to people right and left lately. My wife and one of my best friends have known for a while, but this recent bit started with this blog. Then I came out to my bishop, then my English professor (more on that later), then my English TA, and yesterday I came out to my former roommate (the one mentioned in my last post). He called me yesterday, and we talked about his coming out. I wasn't planning on telling him originally because I didn't want to burden him with my troubles. I really needed someone to relate to about my feelings regarding the church, so as I was trying to explain myself I realized that what I was saying made no sense without the context of my homosexuality, and it all just came spilling out. It feels so good to have the support of understanding friends.
I suppose that coming out to more people is a sign of my acceptance of being gay. I'm shedding the shame that I've lived with for so long. Until recently I've considered my gayness as being a part of my greatest weaknesses and mistakes. It took me some time to learn that sexuality is not just about a lust for one gender or another. It's about the kind of person I crave attention and affection from. Who I long to spend my time with. It has to do with the kind of person I connect with spiritually, emotionally and intellectually. It's who I'm willing to open my heart to and be vulnerable with. For me that kind of person happens to be men. None of these are bad things. They are core human needs, desires, and emotions. If you look at it from that perspective, being gay is something that can be quite beautiful.
It's not all butterflies and rainbows when you're gay in a mixed-orientation marriage, however. Because these needs are natural and necessary, it's easy for me to feel very empty when they go unmet. I'm grateful that my wife is able to meet some of these needs, but there still seems to be such a huge disconnect. This leaves me with an aching hole in my heart that feels like its only growing larger. This hole is manifested by feelings of depression, isolation, loneliness, bitterness, resentment, and hopelessness. I've tried and tried many things in an effort to fill that hole somehow. I've tried being as righteous as possible. Even at my most righteous time of my life the aching remained. I've tried being more devoted to my marriage. There have been times that I turned myself into something more akin to a servant than a husband as I doted over my wife. This actually had negative effects as it caused my wife to be more dependent on me and increased my resentment toward her. Being a damn good husband still doesn't fill the hole. I've devoted myself to my church callings, tried my best to reach out to others in service, and kept myself as busy as possible in my studies. These sort of things only numb the pain temporarily. I've exercised religiously. Consequently I'm in the best shape of my life yet I'm still unfulfilled (btw, anyone at USU interested in having a workout buddy next semester? shoot me an email). I don't know if these feelings will ever go away, but I sure hope that somehow, someday they will.
Depression is ugly. No one should live with shame and self-hate. I'm trying to turn to God and listen to Him in a way that I've never done before, to open my mind up to a new world of outcomes and possibilities outside of the prescribed framework handed to me. I'll close this post with one of my favorite songs of late that I find myself turning to a lot. It is by a Christian rock band called Tenth Avenue North, called 'By Your Side:'
Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face,
Just don't turn away.
Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching
As if I'm not enough?
To where will you go child?
Tell me where will you run,
To where will you run?
'Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you
Look at these hands at my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in
And give you life
I want to give you life
And I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you
I suppose that coming out to more people is a sign of my acceptance of being gay. I'm shedding the shame that I've lived with for so long. Until recently I've considered my gayness as being a part of my greatest weaknesses and mistakes. It took me some time to learn that sexuality is not just about a lust for one gender or another. It's about the kind of person I crave attention and affection from. Who I long to spend my time with. It has to do with the kind of person I connect with spiritually, emotionally and intellectually. It's who I'm willing to open my heart to and be vulnerable with. For me that kind of person happens to be men. None of these are bad things. They are core human needs, desires, and emotions. If you look at it from that perspective, being gay is something that can be quite beautiful.
It's not all butterflies and rainbows when you're gay in a mixed-orientation marriage, however. Because these needs are natural and necessary, it's easy for me to feel very empty when they go unmet. I'm grateful that my wife is able to meet some of these needs, but there still seems to be such a huge disconnect. This leaves me with an aching hole in my heart that feels like its only growing larger. This hole is manifested by feelings of depression, isolation, loneliness, bitterness, resentment, and hopelessness. I've tried and tried many things in an effort to fill that hole somehow. I've tried being as righteous as possible. Even at my most righteous time of my life the aching remained. I've tried being more devoted to my marriage. There have been times that I turned myself into something more akin to a servant than a husband as I doted over my wife. This actually had negative effects as it caused my wife to be more dependent on me and increased my resentment toward her. Being a damn good husband still doesn't fill the hole. I've devoted myself to my church callings, tried my best to reach out to others in service, and kept myself as busy as possible in my studies. These sort of things only numb the pain temporarily. I've exercised religiously. Consequently I'm in the best shape of my life yet I'm still unfulfilled (btw, anyone at USU interested in having a workout buddy next semester? shoot me an email). I don't know if these feelings will ever go away, but I sure hope that somehow, someday they will.
Depression is ugly. No one should live with shame and self-hate. I'm trying to turn to God and listen to Him in a way that I've never done before, to open my mind up to a new world of outcomes and possibilities outside of the prescribed framework handed to me. I'll close this post with one of my favorite songs of late that I find myself turning to a lot. It is by a Christian rock band called Tenth Avenue North, called 'By Your Side:'
Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face,
Just don't turn away.
Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching
As if I'm not enough?
To where will you go child?
Tell me where will you run,
To where will you run?
'Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you
Look at these hands at my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in
And give you life
I want to give you life
And I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you
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