As a teenager, I had vowed to do whatever I could do to cure my homosexuality and if I couldn’t, the solution would be to take my own life. The need to conform probably made me sleep with more women. I owe an apology to a fair few women because I realise now that I was using them to have another go.
I reached out to Lifeline asking for a cure for homosexuality and I was referred to a psychologist or sex therapist. Back in the early 1980s conversion therapy was in vogue. The psychologist took my money and didn’t really deliver. I could have done without her and, instead, benefitted from more guidance along the way, at least to see things from different perspectives. It would have been good if Lifeline had referred me to an organisation like StartOut.