I spent well over a decade immersed in “conversion therapy.” I was a true believer. By 31, I had a girlfriend but there I was taking the elevator to the top of the Empire State Building and once I made it to the top, I planned on jumping. My truth was abominable to the Church and shameful to my parents should they ever find out. Ultimately, conversion therapy proved to be a deceptive form of soul torture, forcing me to declare war on myself, fueling my self-hatred and internalized prejudice to a psychiatric pitch. I became obsessed with my sexuality and compulsive in my efforts to eliminate it. I hope we can pass a ban on the practice before another kid jumps or steps in front of a moving train. Bryan Christopher (Author, Hiding from Myself)
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