Forgive Them, Father

The Registered Runaway’s father was fully supportive of his son… but his church told him not to be.

This article originally appeared at Registered Runaway.

I cannot imagine what it would be like to grow up without a dad.

Not just the physical absence of a father, but with a workaholic, all-too-serious sort who just so happens to have his name on your birth certificate. The jerk who chooses conference calls over chanting at a Twins game. The idol who forever promises a fishing trip that never happens. The drunk who just spent away your soccer money.

I have been so blessed.

See, my pops is the total package. If you think yours is better, you are wrong.

The most magical memories of my childhood consist of getting chased by him around the house, falling asleep while he yawned through Bernstein Bears, sitting securely in his lap as sirens rang. Beyond being the playmate of my siblings and me, he was always our biggest fan. Whether it was sports, music, school plays, or video games, he covered us in his confidence.

But, being an un-athletic son of a father who loves sports, my performance as a player was always a sensitive spot.

There was one time in particular….

I am a slow runner. Known this since I was little. Just an accepted fact of life. So, it makes perfect sense that in 5th grade, I signed up for track. The consequences of this courage were not fully realized until I faced my first meet.

There I was, waiting for the shot of the gun in my hurdles heat, looking right and left at the boys and girls who were gritting their teeth as if they had waited their whole lives for this moment.

Then,

Shot.

Hesitation.

First hurdle knocked.

Last in the pack.

Second down.

Third down.

Everyone is watching.

Across the line, all alone.

I think, in those seconds of slow-moving shame, an emotional instinct kicked in and I involuntarily looked up for my dad. Feeling like a failure, I imagined that maybe he would give me an “oh well” look or some sort of pity eyes. But the moment my eyes met his, I knew I had won something.

He was all smiles.

Thumbs up.

Laughing, not insultingly, but in a “way to finish!” way.

I smiled.

I laughed.

And forgot about failure.

He wears the cape better than most, and walks more humbly than I wish he would.

♦◊♦

In the moments after I came out of the closet, that same dad swept me up in his arms. As I cried and cried, he whispered “I love you!” “I love YOU!” He was more than just the dad I needed him to be in that moment. He was more. He is more.

As these things commonly go in the post-closet period, we sought out resources as to what we should next. After much searching, a good friend who was heavily involved in the ex-gay crowd recommended that my parents, especially my dad, watch a video entitled “Homosexuality 101”. It’s a short, 20 minute show that can be accessed online.

Sitting in the family room with my older brother, I heard sniffling and staggering steps approaching me. It was my dad. He was weeping. He started telling me how sorry he was that he failed me as a father. He spoke of how he pressured me too much to succeed and how that probably created a distance between us and how there were so many unmentionable mistakes he made. When asked, I couldn’t get an answer as to what they were. He was heartbroken, and more miserable than I had ever seen him. I can’t even imagine what his thoughts were at that moment.

See, he had just watched a video that told him that the reason why a young man develops same-sex attractions is because his father never established a close relationship to his child at a young age. He did not express his love fully enough for the young boy in question to reciprocate, and in turn, trust him. The mystery of homosexuality could all be tied back to the dad who wasn’t there.

In layman’s terms: Dad, you screwed up. The pain your child feels is a direct result of your refusal to display a love that the child could believe in. You probably didn’t take him to enough hockey games, or ever confront a scraped knee with “rub some dirt in it.” You made yourself an enemy to your boy and now the consequences of your ineptitude have made him into a homo. Go sit in the corner and think about what you have done

Really?

This guy?

The daddy who kissed me on the head every night before I fell asleep and, without fail, told me he loved me every chance he got? The man who ended any argument with another reminder that he loved me? The guy who was always there? At every sports event? Every play? Every recital? Every trip? The dad who abandoned his job whenever I took ill? The father who rocked me in his arms at my most vulnerable moment?

There was never a single second (unless I was behaving horribly) that I ever, ever felt like a disappointment to him or that I wasn’t loved by him. There has never been a deficiency in our relationship at all.

Despite the evidence of this theory being fully debunked and labeled a myth, the Church continues to call it Truth. And being a man of the Church, my dad bought it.

The paralyzing guilt of imaginary memories of running away from his paternal role has landed him in church-inflicted purgatory.

Even as I fight using reason, faith, the American Psychiatric Association, my mom, his friends, therapists and every piece of rational data out there, I have yet to fully uproot his convinced culpability. He has started to parse out fact from fiction, but the trauma of that video still haunts him.

And I don’t know why.

I don’t know why the church peddles reparative therapy as an answer to their theological dilemma, despite it resulting in countless suicides. I don’t know why they think it’s fit to equate gays to rapists and murderers. I don’t know why they say dads make kids gay.

I don’t know why they flog my father.

But I do know how I am to respond.

Even if it’s through clenched teeth.

 “Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.”

 

Photo—andrechinn/Flickr

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About Registered Runaway

The anonymous blogger behind Registered Runaways: his battle cry is for community. For keepers. For safe people to show up. He calls on his readers to roll up their sleeves, trade tales of their bruises, and deny the lie that we’re alone. You can follow him on Twitter at @registeredruna1.

Comments

  1. Jean Brandt says:

    The best part of this story was how clearly portrayed was the love of the father for his son, and vice versa. The terrible part is how people in the Church take so much shame on themselves that is based on nothing but superstitious dogma. But a dad who didn’t give a shit wouldn’t have been so affected by the misinformation video.

  2. The Wet One says:

    Basically it’s this. Churches and religions are made for controlling the masses by manipulating certain points of the human psyche. So they make up shit to get you to do what they want to do and use guilt, shame, sin and a whole bunch of other malarkey to manipulate you into doing what they want you to do. In essence, they’re all a bunch of fucking assholes.

    Now that I’ve put it out there plainly for you, I suggest you go learn about the Flying Spaghetti Monster and accept the blessings of His Noodly Appendage. There’s a little something for everyone there and we all get to go to bar at the end. It’s good mojo. And they don’t try to control your life (but ya gotta have a little pirate in ye, savvy?).

    For my part, I would not forgive them. I mock them mercilessly. Fucking bastards. That said, some are better than others, like the Flying Spaghetti Monster!

    And that’s all I have to say about that.

  3. I find the teachings of The Church frustrating, too…all the emphasis on guilt and sin….assuming that if something bad happens, then it must be because you did something wrong….that guilt and negativity is so paralyzing and stifling…my ex’s sister died in a car accident at age 17; his mother blamed him somehow for her accidental death (“You should have been watching her more carefully”)…that guilt weighed on him the rest of his life…I think sometimes the awful way he treated me was because somehow, some way, he wanted to pass that guilt and blame onto me….It was a weird way for someone to think, especially for someone who said he rejected his religion….I guess the guilt and feeling of sinfulness never leaves a Catholic, does it?

  4. Your father did not deserve that at all, he is such a loving man, the type of father I one day would love to be. I hope he can get past this one day.

  5. GREAT post!
    I was touched and pissed ath the same time.

  6. It is sad but this scene is happening all over the world.

    Your Dad is caught between two world views. It is really sad that the people around him are trying to put the blame on him. There are no easy answers for this situation. When I was in High School I suffered a lot of gay bashing because of a cousin. I was very proud of my dad for standing up for me during this time.

    Maybe in time your Dad can get over all of the guilt burdening. Things like this is why I left the Baptists when I got to college. Not all churchs are anti-gay.

  7. Men should not accept false labels and attributes given to them by the church or anyone and protest openly – http://www.lifenstory.com/frmViewStory.aspx?C1=181 even if it means opposing the church or for that matter any religion, they should do it as we can’t be expected to be self sacrificing and being ridiculed and considered disposable at the same time – http://www.lifenstory.com/frmViewStory.aspx?C1=197

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