Now, for me, I'm fortunate. I didn't get too pressured into having conversion therapy when I was growing up in the church. I remember being scared and afraid. I remember going to a few healing services. I remember having hands laid on me, someone trying to force me to the ground as I was released from my evilness. But I wasn't, because there was nothing to release from me. And the psalmist says that I was fearfully and wonderfully made—I was fearfully and wonderfully made. 