Personal Narrative: Homosexual Discrimination

When I entered high school, I hoped to make a name for myself as the girl who did not tolerate prejudice. Since I grew up with lesbian moms, I was born into an opportunity to educate those around me about the repercussions of intolerant language and actions, and I had decided that I was not going to waste the chance to make a difference. My school accepts students from all around the county who come from different backgrounds, so my work was cut out for me. I made friends with kids who all held a variety of beliefs, and always took the opportunity to let them know if something they said was hurtful. I never tried to speak my mind in an assaulting way, but merely informed them that, sometimes, certain vocabulary should be off limits, especially slurs. Throughout ninth and tenth grade, I formed a reputation as a passionate person and most of my small school knew that I never strayed from my principals. …show more content…
I had one specific friend who was the most impactful example of this trustfulness. We interned on a farm together the summer before junior year, and we had a lot of time to talk while doing mundane farm work. One day while we were tying watermelon plants, he told me that he was gay. In the conversation that followed, he also preceded to talk about his struggles with his family's acceptance, or lack thereof, and how not getting along with them affected his mental health. As someone with Major Depressive Disorder, I felt for his situation and promised to do whatever he needed to support him. This was the time to back up my beliefs with