My So-Called Ex-Gay Life

This highlights the true dangers of reparative therapy,,,

I indeed had to go home for a year before returning to school. By then my father, who flew to New Haven the day I committed myself, realized that therapy—and the pressure he and my mother had placed on me—was doing more harm than good. “I’d rather have a gay son than a dead son,” he said.

 A phenomenal article and worth reading!!

My So-Called Ex-Gay Life