I Am Not an Issue: A Fucking Response to My Psych Class šŸ–¤šŸ”„

This post is part of my series on authenticity, identity, and the cost of visibility. If you’re new here, start with “Two Months Quiet” to understand why I disappeared—and what brought me back louder than before.

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“This week’s discussion: Is sexual orientation an issue that society should be involved in?”

I woke up this week to a question that felt like a punch šŸ’„:
Is my life, my love, my family, a problem for society to solve?

The answer is simple—it is not. But the question? That’s violence. Wrapped up in a neat little academic bow šŸŽ€. What the fuck is all of this? How does it feel to see your life, your love, your family, reduced to a classroom thought experiment? To have your existence debated like it’s a goddamn theory? And it pissed me the fuck off 😔.

Right after I read the prompt, I got a text from my son—my self-proclaimed token straight kid. He’s 22, engaged, living on his own, driving for Amazon, navigating life. We chat most days while he’s on the clock, and that day was no different. He asked if I was up for a call. I said sure, he could join me in my righteous indignation. Because sometimes, righteous anger is better when it’s shared, even over the hum of a delivery van and the occasional ā€œMom, breathe.ā€ 😤


The Framing Is the Problem 🧨

Calling sexual orientation an ā€œissueā€ isn’t just stupid. It’s pathologizing. It’s saying, without saying it, that something about me—about my marriage, my love, my family—is inherently wrong, inherently fixable, inherently up for debate.

I am a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community 🌈. I am married to a woman I love with everything in me. I am a proud parent of two queer kids. My middle kid came out at 12, my youngest at 11—a solid five years before I fully accepted who I was. They inspire me every day. They haven’t had an easy road. My youngest has faced bullying because of their identity. But they never give up, and they teach me daily that it’s okay to be who I am. Fuck what the world thinks.

And yet, I had to sit in a classroom and watch my family’s existence treated as a problem to be solved šŸ«šŸ’€.

From a psychological standpoint, sexual orientation arises from a complex mix of biology, hormones, and environment (OpenStax, 2020). It is not a choice. It is not a moral failing. It is not an academic puzzle 🧬🧠. And yet here we are: a discussion board where my humanity is framed as if society should have a say in whether I, we, exist.

ā€œI am not a problem to be solved. I am here with a life to be lived. My love is not a case study. My family is not a project.ā€ šŸ’„


The Cost of This Framing šŸ’”

And let’s get one thing straight: framing orientation as a ā€œsocietal issueā€ isn’t just a thought experiment—it kills ā˜ ļø.

  • Approximately 40% of LGBTQ youth seriously consider suicide each year šŸ˜”

  • More than 12% attempt suicide annually āš ļø

  • Of those attempts, roughly 1–2% tragically succeed šŸ˜¢šŸ’”ā€”that’s thousands of kids lost

  • Transgender and nonbinary youth face even higher risk šŸ³ļøā€āš§ļø

These aren’t just numbers. These are kids. Our kids. Someone’s kids. My kids šŸ‘¶šŸ’–. And you’re sitting there debating if their existence is an ā€œissueā€? What the actual fuck? 🤬

Minority stress theory makes it clear: stigma, invalidation, and societal questioning of identity create chronic stress that kills (Meyer, 2003).

ā€œWhen you frame sexual orientation as an ‘issue,’ you’re not having an intellectual discussion. You’re contributing to the chronic stress that pushes kids toward the edge of life itself.ā€ ⚔

Despite this, we endure. We thrive. We love fiercely ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„. Our existence is resilience incarnate. šŸ’ŖšŸŒˆ


The Impossible Position šŸŽÆ

Then there’s the assignment itself. After posting, I was told to ā€œreflect on my emotional responseā€ while reading peers’ posts. Imagine being forced to analyze your own erasure, justify your rage 😤, and maintain professionalism while your existence is debated like a hypothetical.

And the fucking kicker? My professor shrugged: ā€œWell, I don’t make the curriculum.ā€ šŸ˜’

No accountability. No responsibility. Just bureaucratic shrugging while lives—real lives—are degraded. Bureaucracy over humanity, theory over existence. Aren’t we getting enough of that in mainstream media right now?

ā€œTell me honestly—what would it do to you, being forced to justify your own right to exist?ā€ šŸ”„


To the Folks in the Back Row šŸ‘€

If you’re in that psych class and scrolling past, here’s what I need you to hear:

  • I am not hypothetical

  • My wife is not a debate prompt

  • My children are not a thought experiment

When you click ā€œpost replyā€ on a discussion board, you’re choosing whether to affirm or erase real people. That’s not theory. That’s impact ⚔.

ā€œI came out later in life. I spent decades hiding, performing straightness, suffocating under the weight of what society expected. And even now—married, out, proud—I still have to defend my right to exist in a psychology classroom. What the actual fuck?ā€ 😔

If you find yourself ready to reply with skepticism or dismissal, pause and ask:
Why am I so quick to judge lives that aren’t mine? 🧐


If You’re Uncomfortable… Good. šŸ”„

If reading this makes you squirm, roll your eyes šŸ™„, clutch your pearls 😳, or mutter ā€œthis is too muchā€ā€”good. That discomfort? That’s your problem, not mine.

Because here’s the truth: if the existence of queer lives as valid, full, messy human beings makes you uncomfortable, maybe you are part of the problem. Maybe it’s your assumptions, your biases, your unquestioned ā€œnormalā€ that need a long, hard look šŸ‘Š.

ā€œIf this makes you uncomfortable, don’t scroll past. Sit with it. Ask why. That fire? It’s meant to burn the complacency right out of you.ā€ šŸ”„

I am not here to make you feel safe. I am here to make you think šŸ’”. To confront your bullshit. To remind you that my life, my love, my family—are not up for debate. We already exist. And I’m done asking permission. šŸ’Ŗ


If You Need Support ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹

If this post hits hard—anger, grief, fear, or something you can’t even name—you are not alone. You can reach out to trained, affirming support:

Crisis Support

  • The Trevor Project (LGBTQ+ youth): 1-866-488-7386 | Text START to 678-678 | thetrevorproject.org/get-help

  • Trans Lifeline (peer support by and for trans people): US: 877-565-8860 | Canada: 877-330-6366 | translifeline.org

  • 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: Call or text 988 (available 24/7, LGBTQ+ trained counselors)

For Parents of LGBTQ+ Kids

Mental Health & Community

For Educators & Students

Community & Support

If you’re questioning your identity, not out yet, or navigating alone—your existence is not an issue. You do not owe explanations. Surviving today is enough. And tomorrow? We keep going. Together.

And if you need someone to hear you, witness your rage, grief, or fear, you can always reach out to me. I won’t try to fix you. I’ll just see you šŸ‘ļøā€šŸ—Øļø.

ā€œMy identity is not an issue. My love is not a problem. My family is not a thought experiment. We exist. And I’m fucking done asking permission.ā€ šŸ”„šŸ’„

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