I always knew I was different. There was that feeling inside; that 12 year old’s angst as I considered who I was; that indefinable something as others went their way with wild parties and girls. I tried to be like them. But I just couldn’t. In today’s parlance I was just not being true to myself. There came a point where I admitted to myself who I was and what I believed..
I tried to divert and get what I wanted in different ways. There was even a phase when as a 14-year-old I tried communism. I became politically active, even leading a school strike against the raising of the school leaving age.
I tried mocking those who frightened me because I thought I might end up like them. I was very good at arguing against such unfortunates. I really did not want to be different. I knew that it would be social suicide, intellectual damnation and almost certainly harm my future prospects. The society I lived in wasn’t ready for people like me.
There came a point where I admitted to myself who I was and what I believed. But even then I was determined to keep it secret. And then one incredible New Year, I came out … or perhaps I should say I was outed.
As a Christian..
You can read the whole testimony here.
