Self doubt

I had a conversation yesterday about self doubt.  When I was a kid and we were living in Bakersfield, around Christmas time, my sister accidentally knocked down and broke a lamp.  It was completely by accident.  As soon as it happened I looked at her and she had her hands over her mouth with a look of horror on her face, which is a typical reaction when you accidentally break something.  But then she had a different look on her face, a more devious look.  She looked me directly in my eyes and with a smirk on her face she yelled “MOOOOOOOM!  MICHEL BROKE THE LAMP!”  I couldn’t believe she ratted me out like that.

My sister was trying to avoid trouble for herself, but what she didn’t realize is that by throwing me under the bus like that, she was setting me up for failure for the rest of my life.  I would have defended her because I knew it was an accident, but I don’t think she would have cared because she is a sociopath, yes even as a teenager she was a sociopath.  This is the same person who would chase me with knives when I was 8 or 9 years old when she was babysitting me.  She was supposed to protect me, but she did the opposite.

From that day when she threw me under the bus with the lamp, she started breaking things on purpose and blaming me.  My parents believed her because she was older and I guess they believed that a girl would never lie and boys always lie, so I became a liar.  My mother even gave me the nickname “Liar.”  She would ask me about something and as I was trying to explain what happened, she would interrupt me with “LIAR!”

Whenever I would tell someone what I heard someone say, or what someone said to me about someone or something, even if I wasn’t trying to get them in trouble, they would ask that person about it and they would lie and say they never said it.  Because they refused to cop up to what they said, that made me doubt myself.  Next time it would happen they would say “Are you sure that’s what you heard?”  I would start to doubt myself again.  Yes, that is absolutely what they said to me, then they would lie and naturally I was the asshole because now everyone thought I was lying about what people said to me.

I have been doubting myself my whole life because of people doing that to me.  When I wrote Diary of a Gay Nerd, I was so confident in everything that I wrote that I knew that everything I wrote was absolutely what happened and absolutely what people said.  I have no doubt in my mind.  Naturally, my sister had someone do her dirty work and write a negative review calling me a liar on Amazon, saying that not only did I lie about everything I said in my book, but I wasn’t abused, I was the abuser.  I couldn’t help but laugh when I read that.  I didn’t doubt myself because I knew I was telling the truth.

The reason this came up in conversation is because I believe nearly everything people say.  The reason I believe everything people say is because I know what it’s like to be called a liar constantly and for people to never believe what I say.  I like to see the good in people.  I like to think that I can tell when someone is telling me the truth, because why would someone make up being abused, sexually, mentally or physically?  It’s natural for someone to say they didn’t abuse someone because they know it’s wrong, so naturally I wouldn’t believe them because my parents lied about my abuse.

If someone is going, or has gone through what I just described, just know that you are not alone.  I am sure this goes on everywhere.  If you know you are right, then that is all that matters.  You have to stop letting people get in your head and allow you to doubt yourself because that can negatively affect you for the rest of your life.  You will have low self-esteem and you will probably end up with suicidal thoughts like me.  Don’t succumb to that negativity.

I believe in karma.  What goes around comes around.  If you do negative things, it comes back to you x10 and if you do positive things, it comes back to you x10.  As long as you know you are a good person and you are doing the right things, you don’t have to worry.  If you know someone is acting negatively, then you can count on it coming back to them, so don’t get mad, just know that karma will take care of things for you.  Karma is the best revenge that I can think of.

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A Lesson About Scratching A Gay Man’s Car!

Wanna hear a funny true story?

Chip (my life partner) and I went to go for a drive, forgot where, but we saw these teenage girls giggling as they were walking past the car. I noticed and pointed out some new scratches on the trunk. We knew it was them so we got in the car and watched the direction they were walking. Chip called 911 and told them we were following these 2 girls who just scratched the car. We saw a police car and lead them to where the girls were, which was across the street from the same junior high that we both went to many moons ago. The cop talked to the girls and saw that one of them had a necklace with a key on it and upon closer inspection, he noticed some paint which matched the color of our car.

We waited in the car until he came over to us and told us that he saw that the key had paint on it so he knew they did it, but when he asked them why, they told him that one time when they were walking past the house, one of the girls was bent over and she was wearing a skirt and Chip looked up her skirt. When he told us that we both started laughing hysterically. When the cop asked us what was so funny, I told him that it was impossible for him to want to look up a girl’s skirt and he asked why and I responded “Because we’re both GAY!” The cop asked why she would lie and I said “Because she doesn’t want to get in trouble, she wants to blame us for her stupidity, duh!”

She was taken home since she was still in Junior high. Her mother was court ordered to pay I think it was like $14 a month for 2 years to pay for the damage, but Chip got her number and threatened to take her to small claims court unless she paid him all the money at once, or at least over 4-8 weeks, which she agreed to.

I wish that I had thought to take a picture of the scratch, but I never did.

The lesson here is, don’t scratch someones car and then make up a stupid excuse that is going to make you look like a fool.  Take responsibility for your actions, or better yet, just grow up!