Home Forums Ex-gay/reparative/conversion therapy survivor stories How the church handed me the stake to stab my own heart

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  • Pang Khee TeikPang Khee Teik
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    It was 1992, two years after World Health Organisation removed homosexuality from the International Classification of Diseases. Meanwhile, I just turned 18 and found my way into a Christian ministry that told me my homosexuality needs to be cured.

    All these years, when I talked about my 12 years as a Christian trying to go straight, I have always framed it as, oh, I didn’t have it as bad as others. My experiences were not as traumatic, dramatic, or physically abusive as what others have gone through. I’m ok, you know. I’m strong, I’m lucky, unlike those who are still going through it.

    But yesterday, I was invited to speak with a small group of Christian leaders from different continents who are forming guidelines for the Anglican denomination. Yesterday, for the first time, I acknowledged the pain and trauma of my conversion therapy experience. I admitted to them that what I went through was so terrible precisely because I stayed with it for a decade. It prevented me from living my life fully until I was about 30.

    I became Christian at 14, while studying in Singapore. My experiences consisted of a lot of mundane small group meetings, hugging, church camps, confessions to my pastors and youth leaders, endless prayers, often ending up being prayed for, and often ending up in tears, begging God to make me a good person, to make me straight. Every week I would leave with renewed faith and hope, but as the week progressed, my flesh would be weak, and I would give in to my lust, and I would return with shame. I would keep this shame mostly to myself. It made me feel so utterly lonely and isolated. Which made me do things that then filled me with more shame.

    When I was 18, I read in the papers about a Christian ministry in Singapore that was for helping people like me, to recover from our sexual brokenness, as they put it. I met them and I was so euphoric that finally I had some hope — to be normal. I was so happy I told my best friend, I’m going to be OK… in five years time. I got to meet a support group of gay Christians who were like me, who understood me, and wanted the same goals: to be healed of this sexual brokenness. For the first time, I could tell my story to someone and be heard.

    But at these meetings, I was told I’m gay because I’m incomplete, I’m stunted in my relationship with my father, with God, with other men. I was told, all this lack manifested as lust for men. I was told, what I really wanted was wholeness in God. I was young and already filled with shame, so I believed them, and did as I was told.

    After that, I was subjected to weekly chipping away of my sense of self, dignity, and wholeness. I was convinced that as I was incomplete, I was therefore lustful, shameful, irresponsible, lacking in self control. Why couldn’t I control these terrible dirty thoughts? I thought I was a monster, a vampire. Beware, don’t touch me. For ten years, every time I would feel love for another man, I stabbed my heart with the cross to kill it. Until I could not feel anymore. Yesterday I realised that yes I did stab my own heart. But the church handed me the stake and guided my hand to it. Every week. For 12 years.

    What it killed was my sense of self. And my ability to speak for myself. And my ability to fight. And my ability to acknowledge the extent of its damage until last month when I turned 44.

    Up till today I’m still trying to heal from these deep wounds. It was not my homosexuality that stunted my growth and my relationships, it was the church. It taught me some very unhealthy ways of relating to myself and others.

    It was perhaps due to the fact that it wasn’t terribly traumatic that I didn’t leave sooner. It was only when I found out my pastor had been advising my close male friends in church not to get too close to me, that I knew it was time. It was when my church elders asked me to write the Easter musicals and I wrote my struggles into the stories of the Biblical characters, and then church excised the epiphanies. Three years in a row. It was after I realised the church didn’t want my story that I eventually left.

    When I was done sharing, one of these church leaders told me it broke her heart when I said my happiest moment consisted of being told I was incomplete. It broke her heart to see how the church reduced me to this.

    Then another man in the group thanked me for sharing my story and said that my story was sacred. He said, if we’re all made in God’s image then all our personal stories are sacred texts. I just said wow. I said, I’m going to reflect on that later and cry. I’m tearing up while writing this down.

    Even though I’m no longer Christian, this meeting meant a lot to me. To finally be heard. To be able to work now in solidarity with them to bring more justice and equality to the world.

    When the church told my younger self what to believe about myself, it took away my right to narrate. The story of shame I told myself then kept me isolated from others. It was the church who made me incomplete. But when I finally found my voice and could tell my story I realise, it was my story that made me whole. My sacred text fills my heart with love and life again.

    ** Pang Khee Teik is an LGBT rights activist in Malaysia, where he co-founded sexuality rights festival Seksualiti Merdeka (2008-2011), and is currently the editor of QueerLapis.com.

    RainbowChildRainbowChild
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    In the hands of ignorant and fearful people, who are sincere in their beliefs, although seriously musguided, harmful and dispicable measures are taken. People are hurt and needlessly feel shame and guilt over being who they are.

    It must sadden God’s heart when his dear ones are made to believe they are incomplete and excluded from his love and acceptance.

    The Bible tells us that nothing can separate us from his love. We are made in his image and are accepted in the Beloved – Jesus.

    I’m glad you were able to break free from the false and damaging claims that were put on you, inflicting wounds which are now being healed.

    You were brave to share your story with the group of Christian leaders. I understand you received validation from them? There is a way forward as church leaders listen and offer validation.

    Blessings.

    Anthony Venn-BrownAnthony Venn-Brown
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    Life must have it’s challenges being LGBT in Malaysia Pang….especially if you are out there as an activist

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