Let Me Borrow Your Imagination for a Moment

Imagine this for me. Imagine having a secret. A huge secret. A secret that affects your life tremendously. If you could just share this secret you could really be yourself. But you know that if your family found out about this secret it could have disastrous consequences. They’d first try to deny it, tell you that you were wrong.  Then they’d try to change your mind. They’d try to get you to see the error of your ways, to turn from your sin. But you know that no matter what they say, you’re right. That secret is a part of you. It’s not a choice, it’s a fact. And then when they get fed up of you standing up for yourself they really turn against you.  They ostracize you. They disown you. They kick you out. You’re a pariah within your family. If they knew your secret, you would eventually end up homeless, helpless. So you’re faced with a dilemma every day. Should you keep your secret to keep your cozy life? Or should you share your secret? Should you stand up for who you are and what you believe in, even if it would have disastrous consequences?


This is the voice of one who can't speak. It's humbling to want to participate in the Day of Silence, but realize you can't because you're one of the people the event is for.