BEFORE IT WAS CALLED “REPAIRATIVE THERAPY”
Darlene Bogle: Former Director of Paraklete Ministries-an Exodus
Referal group
Long before I knew someone wanted to repair me, I was just a
happy go lucky tom-boy. My days were spent climbing trees and fighting with my brother
over who would wear his jeans! I had special girlfriends that I followed around
like a puppy, and idolized them.
Then, I went off to a Christian college in the early
sixties, and fell in love with Linda. Our bond was spiritual, emotional and
sexual. With the religious judgments, Linda ended her life and I was forced
into “counseling” to correct the errors of our ways.
Thus began the 30 year journey through therapy, multiple
deliverance sessions to cast out the demons that drove me to perversions of
homosexuality, and multiple hours of healing the inner child which had been
damaged back to the darkness of my time in the womb .If I wasn’t broken before
all of the efforts to fix me, I was left with the shameful realization that
nothing could make me better. Hours of prayer, Scripture memorization, and
purging my mind of temptations and friends who were toxic to me, left me living
a lie!
Nothing had changed. So, why, you ask did I go into ministry
and lead an ex-gay group to “fix” other people and set them free from their
demons? I thought something was wrong with me, and perhaps I could do the
impossible and help someone else to change who they were.
Before “reparative therapy” had a name, it was still
destructive to the hearts of men and women who were told they were not “ good
enough.”
"My heart was
in the right place, but my message was not. In recent years I have seen the
resulting damage from rejection, shame, and conditional love. I apologize for
my part in presenting a God of conditional love, and ask forgiveness for the
message of broken truth I spoke on behalf of Exodus.
My heart breaks as I continue to hear stories of abuse and suicide from men and women who couldn’t change their orientation, through reparative therapy. One of our female attendees became so depressed over her inability to change that she jumped off a bridge rather than continue the struggle. I was told it wasn’t my fault, but my heart knew better."
My heart breaks as I continue to hear stories of abuse and suicide from men and women who couldn’t change their orientation, through reparative therapy. One of our female attendees became so depressed over her inability to change that she jumped off a bridge rather than continue the struggle. I was told it wasn’t my fault, but my heart knew better."
My passion is to
bring healing to those, like me who were subject to such therapy. I encourage them to speak out; stand up and
call reparative therapy for what it is; shaming, destructive to the mind and
spirit, and damning to the soul.
I have been on my road to recovery for over thirty years;
however my memories are filled with those who we lost along the way, Gay,
Lesbian, Transgendered to name just a few. This has to stop, and especially for
the youth in these categories.
My single voice joins with hundreds across this land…It is
enough. Ban the message of false hope of change, or even the need to change. I
stand with them in a unified proclamation. This doesn’t work.
This MUST stop===Now!
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