Commentary: Years of ‘conversion therapy’ only made things worse

I first told someone I was gay when I was 17. I didn’t actually say “gay,” but muttered through ugly crying that I didn’t like girls. He was my bishop, and luckily intuitive enough to piece things together. Surprisingly, he wasn’t worried. He was very kind, and he arranged for me to meet with someone who could help eradicate those feelings. I started conversion therapy the following week.My parents didn’t know a thing.My therapist explained my gay thoughts: I