When a boy child uses to be born and bred in family. Parents and all family members become happy. Gradually that boy child also starts assuming that he is a main reason for his family members to be happy for all their life. The boy never thought that there was something in him that would evoke hatred and immense anger in his family members. The question arises - what could that something be? A bad habit? Ugliness? Or something else?
Earlier, I too thought it might be one of these minor reasons. But the biggest and most unforgettable reason was the boy's different sexuality. Sexuality is not visible until the person openly talks about it. For example, I had friends since childhood - we studied together, played together, ate together, and went home together. Back then, I had no idea about sexuality. But as I grew older, I realized my friends were attracted to the opposite sex, whereas I wasn't. I didn't know if I should share this with them. When I finally gathered courage to tell them, they found it strange - how could someone be attracted to the same sex? This was beyond their understanding. Yet, since we were childhood friends with so many memories, they accepted me because of our friendship, solely due to my different sexuality! However, when I shared my sexuality with my family, the scenario was entirely different. To be honest, it was horrific. Some family members had tears in their eyes, others had contempt on their faces, and some expressed immense disgust through their words. That's when I realized why people rejoice when a boy is born - in our country, a boy means continuation of lineage and inheritance. But the boy who awakens his family to his different sexuality sees a different side of them, one he never likes.
Even if there's a difficult atmosphere at home, he has to go out to earn money. But then, at the workplace, just like me we all often wish our colleagues would understand us like our childhood friends did. However, people think differently. When I shared a secret I had kept hidden with my coworkers, hoping for support, I received both pleasant and unpleasant shocks. Some accepted me positively, while others ridiculed me. Worse still, those who ridiculed me included senior officials, and I lost my job.
I found a new job, and unknowingly, someone developed feelings for me. How could I keep the truth from them? I shared my secret, and again, faced humiliation at the new workplace.
One thing I learned: 'Life is like Earth - storms of insult, rains of sorrow, and waves of scorn may come, but life doesn't end.'
After working at 4-5 places and saving enough capital, I started my own business and forgot my past humiliations. Today, with hundreds of employees in my company, they respect me only because they want to keep their jobs.
I don't blame God; God never makes mistakes. During tough times, we see the true colors of those who pretended to be good to us earlier.
People often mock homosexuals saying it'll affect children negatively. I want to ask them, Has the voice of a cuckoo chick raised in a crow's nest ever sounded like a crow's from birth to learning flight?