Disrespected and Mistreated

Your words do not define me

It is 2015, almost 2016 people. You’d think that by now homophobia would nearly a thing of the past. Apparently it isn’t though.

In some places it still exists, and it revels at those it can take down. It waits for that one person to take down and defeat them with all its might.

Today I experienced its evil wrath for the second time from the same individual. It stunned me the first time, but the second time I was in udder shock. I really thought that she would try to contain herself, but obviously she couldn’t.

Let me set up the scene for everyone.

Apparently this individual doesn’t like me referring to my wife as my wife and would rather me refer to her as my spouse. Each time that I referred to her as my wife this individual became enraged almost to the point of shaking and her voice became shaky.

Then when I tried to correct her she became argumentative and didn’t want to hear what I had to say. But of course, why would she? It’s only obvious that she wouldn’t want me to voice my opinion. And then she had to one up me with her side.

All of this happened on the first visit over a month ago.

On today’s visit it really set me off for the last time. Let me tell you, if it wasn’t for the fact that I needed her to complete a few paperwork turn in’s for me, I would have let her have it. Being treated like an “outcast” or like a “nobody” because of who I am isn’t okay with me.

She spelled my name wrong, she all couldn’t spell my wife’s name, and she asked me a question that was none of her business. I felt so disrespected and mistreated. All I could do was get up and leave.

For the entire 20 or 25 minutes it took to drive home from the university I was furious. I couldn’t think of anything else, but the rage I felt toward this individual. I couldn’t believe that someone like her worked at a university that is suppose to be gay friendly. I mean to apply to attend; there is a question basically asking if you’re gay friendly. Do faculty get asked the same questions?

Now home I can’t help but hope that my situation opens eyes of others that have been disrespected and mistreated in this same way. It isn’t okay. On the drive home I told my son that being gay or straight is okay. I will love him no matter what. I also told him that if someone ever makes fun of him that can come to me and I will defend him 100 percent. Everyone deserves love.

Blog by Melissa Chandler