She Taught Me...

Every survivor knows what it means to remain strong for years upon years. I am not new to the concept, for over 40 years, strength compounding against my nerves, keep moving forward. Do not slow down, we tell ourselves, over and over. Whatever is needed to keep going, we do it.

Calm is similar to a lodged foreign body in the throat. It won’t kill you, not all at once, it takes awhile, it’s uncomfortable, it hurts. Over time it gets more noticeable.

During our life we saw the worst that humanity could do. Does that mean I lost faith in humanity? No! For many years I did not consider humanity, I shut it out and concealed myself, but then I met Melissa. I cannot write in adequate words the kind of soul Melissa has because words would insult the description. She is the kind of person who reminds you what being vulnerable in the right conditions can mean. How the tickle in the your stomach going down a slide can mean fun. She reminds me what love is, what kindness is, that hands don’t have to hurt.

She also taught me it is ok to slow down, she taught me it’s ok to be weak. She also taught me it’s ok to take a break, but not forget to get back up!

So, even though I may get tired from being too strong for too long, I can safely take a break. And when I’m ready, I can get back up on stronger legs, and continue on, with her by my side.

How does my relationship in the midst of Mental Illness?

A lot of people have asked me recently, “how does your relationship work? Does your mental illness ever come into play? Does it affect your relationship?”

First, yes, my mental illness affects my relationship. It causes strains and stress and it causes resentment and anger. Being with someone with a mental illness is difficult, even for the most patient person, like Melissa. She gets frustrated when I can’t go outside, when she wants to go to the store but she doesn’t want to go alone, when she wants to go to the museum or the zoo, when she wants to do yard work, these are the things she loves to do but she rarely wants to do it alone. But my illness, my agoraphobia and social phobia gets in the way and it hurts her when we can’t do things together.

But then there are days when I can, and we go out, we have fun, we laugh, and remember what it was like before my illness got so bad. That is not, however, the only thing that makes our relationship work in the midst of an illness, it’s a combination of several things.

1. We talk. We talk all the time.

2. We touch base with each other once a week or once a month. We make time to check in and say how we are feeling, if we are upset, angry, frustrated, disappointed. Regardless of how the other person feels (and that is the hard part, because we never try to hurt someone we love, but sometimes honesty is the best way to set loose the pains that plague us), don’t get me wrong, we never hurt each other on purpose, that isn’t cool, but we have to be honest.

3. We understand the illness is separate from our relationship. When people think of a relationship, some believe that it is all in or nothing. It simply isn’t true. In every relationship, there is a Me, a You, and an Us. Nothing can change that.  In that order! Before anything else in a relationship can work, the “Me” must be well and taken care of. When one of us needs alone time, the other respects that. Everyone needs time alone to reflect and to self analyze. Putting every ounce of ourselves into a relationship will starve the relationship because the part of us we put in there will be eaten up really fast, and the other person will feel smothered. And when that happens, the relationship will fail.

4. Communication is not enough, when one person in the relationship speaks, the other must be willing to listen…. really….. listen! And not just pick out the words that seem threatening or derogatory. When we listen, we know and understand where the other is coming from and what they need from us in order to meet those needs. When your partner talks about something they need or how they are feeling, it is never an attack on us, never. They need to voice their feelings just like we do, and they do it for the same reasons, they need to vent. When we listen, we must never take an immediate defensive stance, because the moment that happens, the conversation is already over.

5. Allow the other person to grow. Each person continues to grow even in a relationship, they continue to mature and learn in life, and they use those experiences to become the person they grow into each day. And that growth and those experiences can add to a relationship.

6. Respect each others boundaries. No matter how long or intense a relationship is, each person has boundaries, and each person should respect that. Melissa has diaries, I have never read them. Those are her personal thoughts and feelings. If she wanted me to be privy to them, she would tell me. But until she tells me, I will not pry. If I am upset, she will not pry. She will ask if I want to talk about it and if I want to I will, but if I am not ready, she will not ask a second time.

7. Even after all that, sometimes fights happen. When tempers flare and people get angry. But we must remember that even when fights happen, that just means someone is angry, it doesn’t mean that the relationship is over. It just means someone is angry. If people threw in the towel every time someone gets angry, then no relationships would last after the first three months. It is especially difficult for those with troubled childhoods to fully understand that. Coming from an abusive childhood meant I saw my parents fight, sometimes violently, very often. So, my understanding of how relationships works was skewed, to say the least. I understand the way my parents were in a relationship was one out of desperation, they didn’t want to be alone, so they clung to the first person who showed them any interest. That is not love, that is co-dependency.

8. There is also a full understanding that no matter how hard we work at the relationship, there will be times when we don’t like each other very much. But the love will is still there. Don’t lose faith in each other simply because of a tiff. Find out why they are upset. Find out why they got angry and really, really listen to what they need. And then do those things. Meet their needs.

9. Compromise is not a dirty word. It means not being selfish. It means giving as much as taking. It means meeting your partner halfway. You cannot compromise on everything but compromising on most everything will ensure strength and trust in the relationship.

10. Trust is not freely given, it is earned. But when that trust is gone, the relationship is doomed. Lying does not spare your partners feelings, it puts a wedge into the foundation of the relationship. And over time, that wedge gets bigger and bigger and soon, the only reason you are still together is out of familiarity, not love. That is not a good reason to stay together, ever. Nor for the kids. Nothing damages a kid faster than watching two people who hate each other fight daily.

Now, even when everything on this list fits into place, that does not ensure a relationship will last forever. Each day you are together is a blessing but also understand sometimes relationships end. Not because they don’t love each other but because they grew in different directions. They need something else. It doesn’t always end because they met someone who fulfills them more than us, but because their needs outgrew the confines of the relationship. Enjoy each day you have together. Love each other.

Going to the Chapel (or City Hall) and we're Going to Get Married..... Same Sex Marriage

When I was 18, I was part of a group called GPA (Gay People's Alliance) in Normal, IL. Oh the Irony. We would do speaker bureaus to educate students at Illinois State University on homosexuals. We would speak to psychology majors during the part of the semester where they would learn about human sexuality. Our goal was to show people, especially those entering the field where they help people.

One of the things I was so shocked by was the pure anger and hate that came from some people. They hated us because we were gay; no other reason. They expressed in creative ways exactly how much we were destroying the world by our existence and how we were the fault of every bad thing that happened in the world. What they always failed to see, and even to this day, is that gay people, for the most part, about 99.99% of us are extremely docile. We are always the ones on the defensive, staving off verbal and physical attacks against us by people preaching and proclaiming they are acting in the way of god; any god.

Sadly, because of all the negativity I felt from those people, and after doing the bureaus for about two years, I just could not take the anger anymore and I stopped. Shortly after I met my first serious girlfriend, someone I would be with for six years, and though not legal, we did get "married."

During our time together, we watched our kind get killed, lesbians raped to change them, two men I knew died from complications from AIDS, and the gay revolution began. We lived near Champaign, IL. and it was very progressive compared to Bloomington/Normal where I grew up. We still faced hatred. I recall one evening, my then wife and I were walking through the parking lot of the mall, not bothering anyone, not talking to anyone, holding hands, and just enjoying an evening with mild weather and a sky full of stars. We walked by a car loaded with young women who were talking to each other but fell quiet when we walked by. We didn't let go of our hands but walked with heads held high and soon we heard them making gagging sounds and then one of them pretended to shot us.

Fast forward to 1996 when I moved to California. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my entire life. Moving there was like clipping the strings that bound my being and I could finally breath. The whole time I lived there I never faced issues with me being gay. It was incredible. I loved every minute I was there. But it wasn't meant to be and I left January 4th, 2000 and soon after I moved to Pooler, Georgia. It was close to Savannah but the culture shock was very apparent. And being gay was frowned upon. I missed my mother ship known as California but on July 7th, 2000 I met the woman who would become the love of my life.

When I say she is my One, my equal counter part, my love and my life, I am not exaggerating in the least. For everything weird quirk I may have, she offers a balance that keeps me grounded. In this entire world, she is the One. September 9th, 2000 we exchanged vows, making promises we have kept, and in our hearts we were married. Because then it wasn't legal anywhere. Then in 2003 it became legal in Belgium, then in 2005 Canada, in 2007 Germany, 2009 Sweden. But in June, 2004, it became legal in Massachusetts and the wild fire began to burn. Soon, one country after the next was passing same-sex marriage bills, and slowly, every so slowly in the United States, one state after the next started to pass similar bills while others passed bans. But what astonished me was not the states that banned same-sex marriage, but the ones that passed it. In 25 years from doing speaker bureaus to watching television and crying at the thought that I too could get married to someone I loved even though it would not be recognized in any other state made me feel that the revolution had picked up steam and was NOT... WAS NOT going to settle for crumbs while straight couples got the buffet.

Fast forward to September, 2013. The United States, months after declaring that keeping gays from marrying was unconstitutional, declared that gay couples who got married legally within the U.S. could now file joint Federal Taxes. Why is that a big deal? Why should anyone care? Because, a gay couple will pay 38,000 dollars more in taxes every year than a straight who are together for the same length of time. Melissa and I have been together for 13 years. We are still, in the words of our friends, in the honeymoon stage. We are still very much in love, very committed to each other, and very eager to share our lives together. So, on September 9th, 13 years after we had our commitment ceremony, we got our legal marriage license in Niagara Falls, NY. On September 10th we will be legally married. We will finally be recognized as a couple.

I started to cry after we got the license because it took 25 years, 25 long years, for this day to happen. In my life time I am experiencing this first hand and I will know, finally what it feels like to have my government consider me real and equal and protected.

One final note that deserves to be shared. When we went to city hall and filed for our license, we were met with congratulations and kindness. When we went out to dinner and shared why we were in NY, we were met with the same. Attitudes change, everything changes. And even though it may take a while and in some cases a long while, do not lose heart.