A few years ago I was talking to a client who had become a fairly good friend when he told me about his upbringing. His father and brother were a part of a well known rock and roll band and his mother was somewhat of a groupie.

By the time he was 7 years old he was left to his own devices backstage during rehearsals and performances. He ate alone, played alone and rarely had interaction with other children even though he had two other brothers who were not much different in age of him.

By the time he was 9, when of the road crew had taken an interest in him and began to engage him in conversation on a regular basis. Because he was lonely, he gravitated to this attention like a thirsty man to water.

It didn’t take long before the inevitable happened. He was molested and it happened repeatedly. Because he was 9, he had no point of reference that it was bad, it just felt bad.

By the time he was a young man, trying to date your girls, he realized he felt ashamed of his past. He even got as far as becoming engaged, but broke it off when he realized he couldn’t commit the rest of his life to this woman.

It was about that time he realized and acknowledged first to himself, then his mother, he was gay. He truly believed at 40 years old when I met him, it was because of the molestation that he was gay.

It is a sad misconception of a lot of people and especially those who are gay. They feel that events or specific people were the catalyst of them becoming gay.

Stanford University released a study in 1993 that revealed that there would be no more gay people if they connected a specific strand of DNA. The Catholic Church instantly rebuked the study with the mandate that it would be interfering with God’s will.

How many years of persecution do individuals have to endure before we all realize, “There is no one on earth who has earned the right to judge another?”