All Sides Now

I never really talk about it online besides hinting at it because I don’t want to be discriminated against more than I already have been in my life, but because of Carrie Fisher and some brave folks out there, like Jenifer Lewis, and like the woman who started the #medicatedandmighty tag, I’m becoming more willing.

I was diagnosed with Bipolar I in May 2004, a few days before my 26th birthday. On my chart it said I had a psychotic episode with spiritual delusions. I basically thought everyone should love each other and love the earth and I should walk around spreading love and light. But I am a literal person and that’s what I did. I walked and walked and walked all around my neighborhood to the point of exhaustion. I couldn’t feed myself and I couldn’t sleep and I ended up in the hospital. I was taken to Del Amo Hospital (Torrance, CA) and I was placed in the Del Rey Unit. In my head or whatever I was told this wasn’t about me, this was for the people around me. To chill and don’t worry so much. I felt safe. I was in a hospital of Love and was aligned with the King (del rey). King of Love, which I interpreted as God at the time. So no problem, I was ok, and things were fine. Just a bit of a hiccup. I honestly felt it was a spiritual emergence that turned into an emergency and in a different culture I wouldn’t have been drugged and pushed back out into the world to carry on like my whole world hadn’t been shaken to the root.

When I got out of there I took my meds for about 6 months to get people off my back and to get back to work. Because I didn’t believe the diagnosis and I was off the meds, I ended up back in the hospital again in June 2005. And it was a really bad experience. I realized that I had actually been manic for at least 3 months. The doctors told me that people who have Bipolar disorder usually went on and off their meds and their lives were ruined and they hurt their friends and family members and did I want that for myself. I said no. I’ve been med compliant going on 13 years and it’s been a journey. I was on tons of medication when I left. At least 6 pills. I found a psychiatrist a year or so later to help take me off of them and it took about 3-4 years to do so. I’ve been on one mood-stabilizer since and it helps.

I was in the hospital one last time in December of 2011. After I had the fall out with my dad when his mom passed, I was completely suicidal because I had lost my mom (rejection) a couple years before, and now my dad. I checked myself in because I had no will to live and thought maybe they could help me. I thought I’d give it one last effort.

What got me out of there that time was, we had a group meeting where we had to find something worth living for. I couldn’t think of anything. One of the patient’s marriage had just ended. He and his husband had been together for over 9 years and he had been a house-husband so he had no skills to get a job, no family support, his husband had moved on quickly!, and his heart was broken. He was looking through People Magazine? and saw a picture of Chely Wright (the first out country music singer) and her wife on their wedding day and that made him feel hopeful that he could have that again someday. It was a reason for him to live. I thought he was so brave to say that to us, and share with us, when we were all a bunch of strangers, stuck in a psych ward.

I hadn’t “come out” in the hospital because I could pass as straight *shudders* and didn’t want any hassle. That made me feel a bit cowardly in comparison to him. I begin to think about why I was there. What brought me to this place at this time? I had been depressed because of the relationship with my parents or lack thereof and also all the news of people, kids, toddlers!, being murdered for being perceived as gay, being bullied, assaulted in all kinds of horrible ways, and killing themselves for simply being who they are. I started thinking about the past year and a half and all the kids who had been bullied/committed suicide, and how no one outside of the community really knew or cared. Or so I thought. It was such a lonely feeling. What could I do? What could I do about any of it.

I could live.

I decided if I could help make a world that made sure that no other kid took their life because of their sexuality or gender or parent’s rejection, society’s rejection, etc. that it would be enough. It is/was my reason to live.

Chely Wright being out and open and happily married changed the guy’s life and changed mine by extension, reinforcing what I already knew. Visibility matters, representation matters, and media shapes culture. We need to see ourselves and see ourselves happy and healthy, so we can know that it’s possible. That we aren’t evil, unnatural, bad, or any of those things that heterosexual people say, that kill us on the inside and make it so it seems okay to take our lives away from us in such brutal ways.

The confrontation I had with my dad last week and the horrible things that my parents said and did to me and my brother, caught up with me full force last night. I’m not suicidal at all but I am grieving, angry, distracted, moody, tired.

Dealing with a chronic mental illness is an everyday challenge and sometimes I feel completely drained and over trying. Because it’s never-ending. There’s always this incessant self-monitoring going on, and a bit of shame. Since ’45, the state of our country, the threats against (my)health care, the environment, law, shite with my family, it’s been really scary and overwhelming. And I’ve been super angry. I have never been physically violent against another person as an adult though. I purposely haven’t. That calmness that people perceive in me, that willingness to listen, to be patient, to be considerate, are choices I make. That stereotype of violence and the stigma that goes along with people knowing, really does my head in. I have attempted to end my life. I have hurt myself. I want to get away from that. It’s tough though because no matter where I go, I am there.

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I’ve been in school since Spring 2010 and it’s been a safe place because I’m good at it. I have 2 degrees, one in Social Behavioral Sciences, with an emphasis in Child Development, and one in American Sign Language Studies. I am a semester away from graduating with a BA in Film Production. What’s been cool about school 😉 is that I love learning. At the end of the term, there is something to show for what I’ve been doing with my time, professors like me, I get to be social with people, my family and friends are supportive, and maybe proud? of me, and it’s flexible. If I can’t make it to class because I’m having a bad day, it’s not going to shake the foundation of my life/livelihood, and working on campus has built-in benefits because I’ve been allowed to miss work because school comes first. Everyone around seems to want me (us students) to graduate and move on.

But I can’t do school right now. My concentration and heart aren’t in it. And I’m in this space of the unknown. It’s a bit scary. And the poverty ya’ll, the poverty that I’ve dealt with since the diagnosis (which stripped me of my ability to be financially independent with any consistency) is awful, embarrassing, and limiting.
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what I can do right now is live my purpose and work to create media, live and express my truth, so that it may help people, our kids, our future, and our rainbow tribe, know that we can be in the world and live. That we are valuable and an essential part of creation and that some of us will work for this until our last breaths.

When people talk about the gay agenda I’m like, yes, I absolutely have one. This is it. And I’m not going to apologize or be less than I am because people are ignorant and lack compassion.

I’m out of steam for now. Thank you all who read this in its entirety 

I made big strides today 🙂

For anyone who needs help, reach out:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Call 1-800-273-8255

 

Coming Out To My Parents (The First Time)


Just read this article, 25 Gay People Share Their Parents’ Reaction When They Came Out To Them and I thought I’d share my experience.

It was 1994. I was a Senior in High School.

1. My mom:
I was 16.  I was sitting on my parents bed. Scared and nervous. I was crying because I thought I was going to get kicked out of the house. My mom told me she had a friend from school who was gay, who worked in the television industry, and that she should call her and we could talk but then she said, no, because if I talked to her I would turn that way for sure :/ My mom also said that she had an experience when she was younger but it made her realize that she definitely was not gay. She also kept saying, I know you. I know you. This is not you. I know you. During that initial conversation she also said, “Do you really want to suck on another woman’s pussy, because that’s what they do you know?” That’s the one that sticks out the most because it was so shocking! I wish now, that I could’ve answered with an emphatic, “Yes! I think I’d be quite good at it.” 🙂 but at the time, I was a teenager whose whole life had been rocked because I was in love with a girl who was my friend. I was super infatuated and super as in love as one can be in an unrequited situation. I was also a really sheltered, innocent person. I couldn’t even imagine kissing a girl until after I actually kissed a girl.


2. My dad:
I didn’t come out to my dad. My mom did for me. He never said anything about it until after the 1st time me and my 1st reciprocal love broke up. I was almost 17 at the time. I’ll never forget it. I was really messed up about the breakup. Like devastated.  I was in the passenger seat and he was driving, and he said, “Good. I’m glad you’re done with that gay shit.”
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So, yeh. Parents aren’t perfect. They are people with their own prejudices, backgrounds, and life experiences.

The good that came from coming out to them: I didn’t feel like I was keeping a huge secret anymore. I stopped being afraid about “coming out” to them because it was done! I wasn’t beat. I wasn’t killed. I wasn’t kicked out into the streets. I lived with my folks for 9-10 months after I came out and let me tell you, it was so much fun. I wasn’t suicidal at all. I felt really loved and respected and it only brought us closer together as a family.

I wish.

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Feel free to share your own coming out story in the comments section below.
Thanks for reading.

Jussie Smollett is Telling His Truth

Love is love, people are people and people be loving ❤

Thanks and props to Jussie Smollett for telling his truth! One day no one will feel a need to “come out” but until then I just want to put it out here and say that his portrayal of Jamal Lyon is a beautiful thing to witness. This fictional character is no doubt changing the world (not an exaggeration). exposing people to their own bigotry, bringing families together, opening hearts and minds, saving lives (not an exaggeration) and helping those of the Rainbow Tribe, live, love, and tell our truths.

Jussie Smollett speaking with Ellen Degeneres:

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I Don’t Want People To Be Mean To You

So, I’m all teary. I’m watching something where a mom in her forties has been married for 19 years. Her husband and her have been separated for months and she finds herself in an unexpected relationship with another woman. People in her family begin finding out, it looks like her mom will be an absolute nightmare to deal with, but her son, this woman’s young teenage son finds out before she can tell him herself and she goes to his room to talk with him. His back is to her, he‘s curled up, upset, crying and I think he’s going to tell her to “piss off” or something horrible. He sits up and hugs his mom and through his tears he says, “I don’t want people to be mean to you.” And here I am with tears in my eyes, all emotional. I think about the simplicity of that statement and the love, acceptance, knowledge of the world we live in that goes along with it and feel sad that he has to say it but happy and relieved that he does. I hope one day that no child will have to say that to a parent and no parent will have to say it to their child.