Some moving testimonies from the It Gets Better Project. The first one particularly resonates with me; as I've blogged about, when I was in the middle of my college career, I thought I wanted to be a CPA, and Ernst & Ernst (as it was then known) was one of the major accounting firms that my university had an internship program with. Like the guys and gals in this video, I too had a dream of making big bucks and even seeing the world by working at their overseas offices. But it was not to be: thirty-five years ago, I couldn't imagine how I would relate to my peers as the solitary (so I thought) queer in the corporate office, so I dropped out, and majored in something totally different.
Which perhaps was for the best, after all; it allowed me to indulge my queerfaggothomoexpressive side a bit more than accounting ever would have. Still, it would have been better not to live in fear and isolation. And to have a choice.
I also at various times thought quite seriously about becoming an attorney, like my father, and about joining the military, ditto. But again, a large part of what held me back was the fear of being different, of not fitting in, of not measuring up - of being shunned, or bullied, or even beaten. And I simply couldn't imagine - had no clue - that there could possibly have been others like me in the same fields, to pal around and find support with. Videos like these might have made a profound difference in the direction my life's course followed.
All water under the bridge now. But I'm so glad the young generation has more and better choices.
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Comments are welcome, but please note: this is not a public forum but my personal blog, which nobody is forced to read. You don't like what I write, go find a blog you do like; there are millions of others to choose from. Or write your own.
Polite disagreement is one thing, but rudeness will be deleted without hesitation.