I learned to walk by without showing any reaction I could not let them know that it bothered me, or else I would be proving to them that I was indeed gay. When I walked by them in the halls, they called me a “faggot” or screamed my name in a flamboyant tone. When I was a teenager, there were a few boys at my high school who ridiculed me, almost everyday. My parents and other adults in my life would tell me things like “Boys don’t cry” or “Be a man!” which essentially was their way of telling me that being emotional was forbidden or a sign of weakness. I would usually laugh along, hoping with all my might that they didn’t know my secret. When I was a little kid, I used to hear my brothers, cousins, and friends say things like “That’s so gay!” on a pretty regular basis. Nadal, PhD ( Associate Professor of Psychology, John JayĬollege of Criminal Justice – City University of New York)
