Some things are very hard for me to talk about.
I know this because the moment a sensitive topic gets brought up, I abruptly change the subject.
Pretty much anything related to our grifter President Trump gets me upset.
I literally have to beg my parents to stop ranting about him, because it upsets me so much.
And I take anti-anxiety medication on a regular basis.
The other day, my sister brought up Matthew Shepard.
It was the 20 year anniversary of his death, brought on by a hate crime beating because he was gay.
I have to pause and capture my thoughts.
I can’t imagine anything worse than losing a loved one to a hate crime.
The idea that someone I love could be HATED so much that they are killed by another person makes me want to cry.
Needless to say, I worry about my son.
He’s such an artistic, gentle soul.
I barely managed to speak to him about Matthew Shepard, but I did.
Because it’s important.
And as much as I believe the onus of good behavior should fall on every person, I reminded my son to take measures to protect himself from people who would harm him for his orientation.
And then I hid in my room and I cried.
Because we live in a world where I need to have this conversation.
Let’s change that.