4.5★
“Why hadn’t I noticed this before? It was telling people the truth that got you in trouble.”
Isn’t that so often the way if you’re even slightly out of step with whatever your particular group considers ‘normal’?
Trigger warning for anyone who’s been through (or threatened with) some kind of sexual orientation reprogramming (brainwashing). It isn’t necessarily through religious groups, but I imagine it’s a common starting point. SSA (Same-Sex Attraction) is offensive to whichever god reigns over the church or organisation to which the family of a gay kid belongs, so gay conversion therapy is their answer. (In this book, the Baptists disapprove of Pentacostals. I need a score-card, I'm afraid.)
I’ll use the term gay as a handy catch-all, since the author does. He is outing a particularly offensive Ex-Gay program run by Love In Action (LIA). Love In Action. I prefer to think of it as Love Inaction. There doesn’t seem to be anything loving about it, and in fact, some years ago, apparently, advice had been given to young men that they’d be better off dead than homosexual, so they’d suicided.
The author goes back and forth in a manner that is very easy to follow. We move between his time at LIA, his time visiting at home, and sometimes his adult life now.
The author’s father was a passionate, loud, popular preacher after a career in car sales. Garrard was a good Baptist boy who started getting worried about himself when he realised that he was trying to avoid kissing his girlfriend of 18 months whom the locals assumed he would marry in the future.
He was very close to his mother, who was frightened of his ‘problems’ but not so close to his dad, although he was quite devoted to him. Dad was a bit rough around the edges. Garrard was sent for therapy to a kind of camp for Love In Action, and one of the activities was to draw a family tree and make a note of the weaknesses of each ancestor.
“It was hard to conjure a family tree out of early childhood memories. My father’s life had, from the moment of his calling to be a preacher, filled a vacuum within our family mythology. His importance in our town and community seemed to override everything we knew about ourselves. I was His Son. My mother was His Wife.”
But he persevered, alongside his friend, J, who was doing his own.
“‘Just think who you are,’ J said, adding the finishing touches to his poster. . . ‘Then trace it back to your family history.’
I began by writing the names of my great-grandparents at the top of the poster, followed by my grandparents, then my parents. Next to my parents I added aunts and uncles an all of my cousins. At the very bottom, in slightly smaller print, I added my own name.”
A was for alcoholic, a diagonal line denoted a Divorce, an X was for those who’d died in crashes or misadventure, and the dollar sign, $, was for a gambler. By the time he’d finished, he had a look at the number of transgressions of various grandparents and greats, and figured he’d probably come by his affliction - H - through them. What hope did he have of being ‘normal’, with ancestors like that?
“If I wondered why I was sitting on this carpeted floor with a group of strangers, I could count up the list of familial sins, shrug, and move on to the next activity without asking further questions. All of this confusion about who I was and why my life had led me to this moment could be folded up with my finished genogram, slipped inside a folder, and tucked away in one of LIA’s many filing cabinets.”
He’d just have to pray harder and work through the LIA workbooks harder. Then there was sports therapy (my terminology). A recovering alcoholic, a very straight sportsmen, addresses the boys.
“‘Men, I’m talking to you. . . Some of you have idolized other men’s bodies because you didn’t have enough physical contact when you were younger. Maybe you thought you were bad at sports. Maybe you thought you were different. . . . You’ve labeled yourself as the type of person who doesn’t play sports. Sadly, we grow into our labels. But we can grow out of them, too.’”
Yeah, right. That may be true for overcoming some kinds of shyness or awkwardness or even phobias, but sexual orientation is not that.
Things have changed a lot in mainstream society since this story took place in 2004, but still, 15 years ago seems sadly recent for this kind of torture being perpetuated on kids, but I imagine it’s still happening.
Of course, the recent film of "Boy Erased" with Nicole Kidman, Russell Crowe and Lucas Hedges brings this straight into current conversation. I see it was nominated for some awards, so let’s hope it opens some more eyes and lets these kids out of their closets.
Well-written and easy to read, except for my wanting to punch somebody all the time! I can’t believe people still think it’s a lifestyle choice. (Well, sadly I can.)
I’ve always enjoyed hearing a gay person ask someone “So, when did you choose to be straight?”