Rehab is for quitters. Or so the T-shirt says.
Though not quite as catchy, rehab is also for the brave, strong and determined.
At least that’s the case for Weston Ashley, a young man sent to drug rehab to get rid of the gay. Somehow his parents thought rehab was the answer to this horrible, sinful affliction known as homosexuality.
The doctors knew he didn’t belong. His friends on the inside and outside knew he didn’t belong. Yet in rehab he remained from September 2003 to June 2004. Today, he’s living in New York City working as a studio assistant, but writing any chance he gets.
To help shed some light on his experiences in rehab, he has created a web site with images of the handwritten diaries he kept during his 279 day stint. His writings are heartfelt, raw and extremely emotional.
Sometimes, though, they’re so profound that you feel immediately connected to his struggles. The page that simply has the word “Pride” written on it shows more hope than paragraphs of prose ever could.
All we can do is hope that if just one parent of a gay kid can read these diaries, they’ll realize that there are better methods for dealing with the situation than rehab or gay conversion therapy.
Unconditional love, perhaps.
The Rehab Diaries