It’s like I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think of how to get my point across without crying. In that second, I was a child again and realizing for the first time that other students’ educational experiences came at the cost of leaving me behind.
“…and that wraps up our unit on the family in Fully Alive. We can skip the section on homosexual parenting since nobody in here is like that.”
“….well I don’t know but back in my day, we didn’t do all this weird new LGBTWLMNOP whatever stuff. What I'm saying is, you kids need to start growing up."
I had spoken to my other LGBTQ friends about this years later and we all remembered when it happened. Nobody said anything.
“For this week’s topic, we’re going to be debating gay marriage. Split the classroom down the middle and find your team.
In case you were wondering, yes I had to debate against gay marriage. This was also one of the worst days of my life. As someone who already felt unsafe at home and around my friends, now I had to listen to my classmates espouse homophobic rhetoric. The classroom was now a hostile place for me to exist; something that wasn’t the case for straight students .