“I Have a Secret”

11/16/2014

From the sixth grade forward, I knew I was different. I felt it on the inside. I didn’t much care for the idea of dating or kissing boys. In junior high there were dances, but I never attended them. Why would I want to spend my time with a male? They held no interest for me. In high school, male and female students paired off, broke up, attended dances, and went on dates. They talked about who was dating who, who was easy, who had a pregnancy scare. None of this meant a thing to me. I was always on the outside, never fitting in. I do remember how I felt when an attractive female passed by me. I would watch her walk away, heart racing, palms sweating.

I can count on one hand how many friends I had that I enjoyed hanging out with. However, even then I knew I was different, still not quite fitting in no matter how much I pretended to be like the rest of them.

In the summer of 1979 I attended boot camp for the USCG in Cape May, New Jersey. Our company was a mix of males and females; again I felt like I wasn’t going to really fit in, but something happened. I met another who felt the way I did. Who didn’t fit in and she gave it a name — lesbian. She was from California where the more progressive thinkers live.

Lesbian. This single word changed the way I thought of myself. I finally knew why I felt different from the others. I now knew why I didn’t fit the ‘ordinary’ mold of other females in school. Of course, this revelation brought a whole new set of problems. In the military at that time, if you were homosexual and they found out, you were discharged. This happened to my friend from boot camp the following year. I was discharged for a problem with my knee that pre-existed my enlistment though I didn’t know about it at the time. If I had stayed in, I would have ended up being kicked out for being a lesbian.

Now that I knew what I was, I still had a problem. By nature I’m a shy person, and an introvert. From what I can remember, no one really discussed homosexuality in our family, so I kept quiet about being a lesbian. I kept this secret to myself until June 26, 2013 — for me this date is when I truly accepted who and what I am and I announced it on Facebook. Before that I never told my friends or family members what I was. I was too afraid of what their reaction would be. My parents never knew before they died.

I had a secret, but now it has been told to any and all who read this. I am a Lesbian! Deal with it!

About the Author

Anna Dobritt is an independent eBook author and an indie publisher of RPG pdfs and fantasy maps through Cartography Unlimited for RPGs. She is 53 years old, loves to read and write, and has two cats named Raven and Ebony that she considers her children. Anna lives in South Lyon, Michigan. She enjoys watching Dr. Who, both the classic episodes from the 1960’s-1980’s as well as the current episodes.

Anna has three trilogies in the queue: The Ravenwyng Chronicles – Volume 1: Discovery, and Volume 2: Truth, both which are going through the editing and revision process, with plans to self-publish later this year. Two other trilogies are The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures, and the Guardian Blades Trilogy.

Anna has self-published one short story called The Demon Hunter, which also appears in Nightmares & Echos: The 2014 GWS Press Charity Anthology published by GWS Press, and a piece of flash fiction in Spooky Halloween Drabbles 2014 published by Indie Authors Press. She has two other short stories and a novella nearing completion.

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