Somehow, we have to figure out a way to reach young Mormon men who are struggling silently, painfully, alone, with feelings of same-sex attraction.
It has to get better.
Young men who have been raised in the Church, who love the Church, who love the Gospel, who love their families – are out there, harboring a terrible secret.
It is a secret that they are afraid to tell their parents for fear of rejection and condemnation. It is a
secret that they can barely bring themselves to admit to themselves, let alone others.
Each day of their life is a silent struggle.
They feel trapped.
They carry a burden of putting up a front, trying desperately to continue on as they have before this thing happened to them. They did not seek it; they did not want it. It came one day and refused to leave.
These young men feel that they are betraying their families because of this secret; yet they cannot bring themselves to give voice to their silent fears and wonderings for fear of being rejected, cast out, condemned.
At the risk of sounding like a drama queen, this breaks my heart. I have in the past known of the existence of such young men. Now, it has become personal in that I know of such a young man. I have felt the raw emotion that has seared his soul, the sting of his pain, the cold, cutting fear of being cast off, the bitter taste of self-hatred.
I cannot be silent in the face of such pain.
How many young men are out there, silently struggling?
How many are experiencing periods of darkness, when they wonder whether or how long they can go on?
They wonder whether it would easier just to end it, so as to have peace.
It makes me want to cry out, to weep in frustration.
Brilliant, beautiful, sensitive, funny, spiritual, caring, conscientious young men – some of God’s greatest sons – who are being silently decimated, rent asunder, poisoned.
How can we reach them?
What can we do?