I once asked a new friend if they were at all uncomfortable with me being gay. I just needed to know how much this person could love me for who I am before I allowed myself to settle into really loving them too. Because if I loved them without knowing if that part of who I am made them uncomfortable, and then found out later that they were in fact not at ease with that… I knew it would hurt more than if I found out then, at that stage of our friendship.
And when I asked the question, this person responded quite sincerely and emphatically that it was not an issue. Genuinely enough that I really felt like I could believe her, which, given my anxiety at the time was a feat in and of itself. Even still I listened to those words over and over and over again because I needed to hear the words a hundred times before it could drown out all the self-doubt and worry. She expressed that she was impressed because "I was stronger than she would be." It’s hard for me to be comfortable with that kind of praise, and she’s not the first person to give it, or the last. But what strikes me about the statement is that it means at least for some small period of time, that person has taken the time to ask themselves “what would it look like” or “what would it feel like” if I was told my whole life that I couldn’t marry the kind of person I am attracted to? To flip the narrative, “what if I was expected to marry a woman, when I myself am straight?” And she had determined that she would really and truly struggle with it, and was therefore impressed with my ability to be married to a man and have children, and truly love my spouse. To emphasize... I do not think of it as some great strength or trial to be married to my husband. I love my husband and enjoy being married to him. And I am very lucky to have him. But I respect, admire and appreciate the act of someone else trying to put themselves in my shoes, and sharing this moment with me.
And that kind of empathy is rarer than I used to think it was. I remember when I was 9 years old, learning about the Tonkawa Indians.. and my teacher told me that I had a gift for putting myself in someone else’s shoes and empathizing with how they would feel. I liked that she viewed it as a strength and honestly I think that was one of the things that made me prioritize actively growing that skillset. That was the first time I realized that not everyone has that ability. But it still felt foreign. Because it came so naturally to me, I couldn’t understand how other people couldn’t do that. I think a lot of empathetic people feel that way. Which is why it can hurt so much when other people don’t care as much because it feels so natural… they must really not care to not love the way I do. Does that make sense? It’s taken a long time to understand that not everyone can put themselves in someone else’s shoes. And not everyone cares the same way about people. When I find empathetic souls... it tends to feel a bit abnormal these days to be honest.
I once asked this person how she could be so open and at ease and accepting of me. And her response was something along the lines of “everyone needs to be loved.” And it was with this casual shrug like, “duh, this is no big deal” kind of attitude. But it is a big deal, because there are so many people who (most likely) without even meaning to, make me feel like the elephant in the room. Who make me feel like I should just not say anything so they can quietly pretend away the parts of me that make them uncomfortable. And feeling the constant pressure to be quiet makes me feel trapped and unlovable.
And I want people to be comfortable. I desperately do. Perhaps in part because I desperately want to feel comfortable and so I want the same for others. When I asked this person if they were comfortable with me being gay, I told her if she wasn’t then we could totally pretend I wasn’t and just move on and that would be okay. And it would have been okay in that I wouldn’t have held it against her… but it also would have told me exactly where we stood. I would never have allowed myself to be vulnerable with her in any way ever again. And that would have made me sad. I would have put up walls to emotionally distance myself from the relationship and I would have devoted less time to the friendship. It would have made me feel a little broken and unloved. But that’s not something I’m unfamiliar with, and I could have dealed. Some of you may disagree with that attitude, and I certainly wouldn’t have hidden that part of me just because of one person… I was only saying it didn’t have to be something the two of us actively discussed. If that makes sense.
I recently had a scripture pointed out to me… and this person was relating it to their struggle with coming out to people.
"But with some I am not well pleased, for they will not open their mouths, but they hide the talent which I have given unto them, because of the fear of man."
They were careful to point out that being gay is not a “talent”… but I like this analogy. They felt like the times they had "come out" to people had served a greater spiritual purpose in either their own lives or in someone else’s (or both). And there were times they hadn’t shared this vulnerable part of them because of "fear of man"… and therefore likely missed some opportunity to do what God wanted them to do. I feel that sometimes. I feel sometimes like I have a work to do, and part of that work relates to having been sexually abused, and part of that work comes from being gay, and part of that work comes from being a mother, and part of that work comes from being a friend, and part of that work comes from being a wife, and part of that work comes from struggling with depression and anxiety, and all of that work relates to being a daughter of God. And keeping any part of me quiet would lessen the amount of work I can get done. I am not some loud voice in a crowd. My voice doesn’t reach very many people. And not many people read my blog. And that’s okay. But I still feel like part of my work is to speak, and it doesn’t matter if it only affects one person, although obviously I hope to reach as many as I can… But sometimes I don’t even post my blogs to Facebook because it feels like I was probably the only person who needed those words. Still, I remain grateful for the people who can put themselves in my shoes, I remain grateful for people who love me when I don’t understand why, and who seek to understand me when I feel alone and misunderstood, and who help me to feel comfortable. I am grateful for the experiences I have had that allow me to help others.
I am grateful for who I am, if who I am can make someone else comfortable when they feel uncomfortable as much as I do.
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