When I separated from my wife, moving out of our family home and moving into an apartment, my life changed dramatically. Within a few weeks I came (back) out to my parents, both in their mid 80s, my 86 year old aunt, my four siblings and some of my closest friends. From there I came out to my cousins and my other aunt and uncle, and then ten months later, after a lot of thought and planning, I came out at work. After years of hiding who I was in a small secret compartment, ashamed to share my secret with anyone, I felt incredibly liberated. Each coming out was increasingly empowering and integrating. Continue reading
Out. Proud. Public. Integrated. Whole. One.
I am an out, proud and increasingly public gay man. Continue reading
There’s a woman who worked in my organization at my last job, that I recruited to the company I joined three years ago. I’ll call her Jane. We’ve known each other for the past five years. Jane never worked directly for me, but always worked for someone who reported to me. Yesterday we came out to each other. Since this is work, we didn’t come out to each other directly, but another woman at the company emailed me that Jane, and two other people, a man and another woman, were interested in getting involved with the new LGBT resource group, of which I’m the executive sponsor. I was very excited to see Jane’s name in the email along with the other two employees. Jane is someone who is a strong leader and I was hoping to find a way to get her involved in the LGBT resource group. But because we weren’t out to each other, there was no way for us to have a conversation on the topic.
Balancing a high-level job with a lot of pressures and the process of continually becoming more public as a gay man certainly makes for a level of anxiety, fear, and an exciting, evolving life. Continue reading