In an argument about how holding homophobic beliefs hurts people.
Let me talk to you about a culture of abuse, [elided]. I can't speak to the culture of abuse that surrounds being gay, because I'm not, but I grew up in one of my own.
It's not the howling looneys, it's not the nutcases, it's not the shaggy guys with placards and bullhorns shouting about sin that hurt the most. It's the people who sound reasonable, sound plausible, about so many things, and can earnestly and without laughing say, "There's something wrong with you." They sound so sane, so reasonable; they're presenting a belief that might have something to it. If they're good people, maybe even friends, there's something else that makes it get some emotional consideration -- even if one honestly believes that it's wrong, that's it's stupid, that whatever.
Now, a few people, a few people can be ignored. But suppose a situation where essentially everyone who wants to say something is expressing "There's something wrong with you". Maybe even going home doesn't provide a refuge, because people there say "There's something wrong with you." It may not be "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to taunt you constantly," or "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to pretend to be your friend, invite you to a party, and give you an address that doesn't exist" or "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to behave in a manner that we both know is threatening but is entirely deniable", but there's still no escape from "There's something wrong with you." Maybe the authority figures who are supposed to stop this sort of thing respond to it with a shrug and "Boys will be boys" or something similar; maybe there are no authority figures. (All examples real.)
There is no refuge from the persistent, driving, "There's something wrong with you." It becomes the default expectation; a new person, a new encounter who doesn't come out with "There's something wrong with you" right away may still be harboring it secretly, and if that secret belief comes out it's another betrayal, another condemnation to solitude. Even the street loonies start sounding plausible -- "There's something wrong with you!" winds up feeling personal, feeling like another heart wound. And there will be people who say, "Don't take them seriously, they can't hurt you if you don't let them." They're wrong; they're telling pretty lies (though they may believe them) that only enforce that solitude and abandonment, especially on children, who add to that vast "There's something wrong with you" the knowledge that they don't know how to keep themselves from being hurt.
The lucky ones eventually find a place where they don't hear "There's something wrong with you" all the time, people they can trust who don't believe that, and can build up the strength to be genuine, uncrippled human beings who aren't crippled by these defects inflicted from the outside. Humans need human contact and affection -- I'm told that babies will die without it even if all their physical needs are met -- and if all the human contact one has available is poisoned, it's impossible not to ingest that poison, even if one's entirely aware that it's killing one slowly. The only way to avoid being poisoned is to have enough clean contact untainted by "There's something wrong with you" available, and in some situations and some contexts that's bloody hard to manage, like the situation that many gay kids face.
I have most of the symptoms for PTSD -- and psychologists have been known to diagnose it for persistent endemic abuse like what I described above. Someday I'll be able to afford to get to a psychologist and see if there's anything I can do for it other than learn how to live as someone who is damned well okay, no matter what the people who would believe "There's something wrong with you" think.
If you want to believe that holding the belief and expressing the belief "There's something wrong with you" is essentially harmless, that it doesn't contribute to the isolation of the people it's targeted at, their feelings of abandonment or betrayal, there's nothing I can do to stop you. I can only cite what that belief did to me, and if that doesn't convince, there is nothing else for me to do but try to heal the wounded.
Let me talk to you about a culture of abuse, [elided]. I can't speak to the culture of abuse that surrounds being gay, because I'm not, but I grew up in one of my own.
It's not the howling looneys, it's not the nutcases, it's not the shaggy guys with placards and bullhorns shouting about sin that hurt the most. It's the people who sound reasonable, sound plausible, about so many things, and can earnestly and without laughing say, "There's something wrong with you." They sound so sane, so reasonable; they're presenting a belief that might have something to it. If they're good people, maybe even friends, there's something else that makes it get some emotional consideration -- even if one honestly believes that it's wrong, that's it's stupid, that whatever.
Now, a few people, a few people can be ignored. But suppose a situation where essentially everyone who wants to say something is expressing "There's something wrong with you". Maybe even going home doesn't provide a refuge, because people there say "There's something wrong with you." It may not be "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to taunt you constantly," or "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to pretend to be your friend, invite you to a party, and give you an address that doesn't exist" or "There's something wrong with you so I'm going to behave in a manner that we both know is threatening but is entirely deniable", but there's still no escape from "There's something wrong with you." Maybe the authority figures who are supposed to stop this sort of thing respond to it with a shrug and "Boys will be boys" or something similar; maybe there are no authority figures. (All examples real.)
There is no refuge from the persistent, driving, "There's something wrong with you." It becomes the default expectation; a new person, a new encounter who doesn't come out with "There's something wrong with you" right away may still be harboring it secretly, and if that secret belief comes out it's another betrayal, another condemnation to solitude. Even the street loonies start sounding plausible -- "There's something wrong with you!" winds up feeling personal, feeling like another heart wound. And there will be people who say, "Don't take them seriously, they can't hurt you if you don't let them." They're wrong; they're telling pretty lies (though they may believe them) that only enforce that solitude and abandonment, especially on children, who add to that vast "There's something wrong with you" the knowledge that they don't know how to keep themselves from being hurt.
The lucky ones eventually find a place where they don't hear "There's something wrong with you" all the time, people they can trust who don't believe that, and can build up the strength to be genuine, uncrippled human beings who aren't crippled by these defects inflicted from the outside. Humans need human contact and affection -- I'm told that babies will die without it even if all their physical needs are met -- and if all the human contact one has available is poisoned, it's impossible not to ingest that poison, even if one's entirely aware that it's killing one slowly. The only way to avoid being poisoned is to have enough clean contact untainted by "There's something wrong with you" available, and in some situations and some contexts that's bloody hard to manage, like the situation that many gay kids face.
I have most of the symptoms for PTSD -- and psychologists have been known to diagnose it for persistent endemic abuse like what I described above. Someday I'll be able to afford to get to a psychologist and see if there's anything I can do for it other than learn how to live as someone who is damned well okay, no matter what the people who would believe "There's something wrong with you" think.
If you want to believe that holding the belief and expressing the belief "There's something wrong with you" is essentially harmless, that it doesn't contribute to the isolation of the people it's targeted at, their feelings of abandonment or betrayal, there's nothing I can do to stop you. I can only cite what that belief did to me, and if that doesn't convince, there is nothing else for me to do but try to heal the wounded.
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