Someone who gets it; 'Bridging the Gap'

I have been thinking heavily about "Warrengate" and trying my best to think of a way to express my feelings on this matter and examine why I feel so strongly about my beliefs...and why I am close to certain I (among others) have a legitimate complaint. Why am I feeling so certain, how can I be so sure when I am not gay, and have never experienced this kind of discrimination? I wanted to go deeper and pinpoint this certainty and share it in a way that comes across as best it can. This is anecdotal, and is a quick glance at why I feel the way I do and why I think my experiences, though different, may shed light on a piece of humanity that is being ignored in some of this. I can pick it out because I recognize a fundamental problem, from my own life, that is being asked of the gay community in regards to Warren. If nothing else, I hope it makes people think, even if you don't understand or if you disagree.

"Bridging the gap." There is a fundamental problem with asking the gay community to help bridge the gap. There is an assumption in that phrase that the gay community has been at odds with the world and have not tried to be a part of the American community. But that is false. They have been trying to bridge the gap for their entire lives, trying to fit in, even going so far as denying who they are, or delving into serious self loathing. I truly believe that very well meaning people, such as Obama, simply have no idea the depth of hell that is endured, the massive lengths taken to fit in and be accepted, and the fallacy in asking the gay community to bridge the gap. There simply is a lack of understanding of what gays have given up there entire lives "bridging the gap." Here, I can relate very well. As some of you know, I have not had the best childhood and I received little support from the world growing up. When looking back at the countless opportunities adults could have stepped in and helped, they chose not to, some even going so far as joining in on the abuse as they knew I had no one to turn to. I was so angry when I hit this realization. Being grown offered less cushion as I was expected to get over "having a mean mom and a weak, suicidal dad." Just a few years ago, it occurred to me, after hearing countless times, "your parents love you, just give them a little room, reach out and give them the understanding you never received." They just don't get it. Unless a person has gone through the abuse I suffered, they simply cannot imagine a mother actually enjoying beating their children down psychologically. I wasn't hit. My parents provided a home and beautiful clothes and other things. So, my life seemed ok, even if I carried around a bottle of Pepto-bismol, feared eating my lunch, and had shaky hands. I was dubbed "sensitive."

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