February 2007 – We’re on our way to the first joint counseling session. My therapist, in making the recommendation, advised the counselor about my sexual questioning. The hope was this wasn’t going to come up.
William, in the background, warns me that I can’t go to counseling with my wife unless I’m willing to tell the absolute truth, otherwise it’s pointless. He’s right, I’m hoping no hard questions come up.
We sit across from each other. We’re all calm. I start. We’re having problems communicating. My wife breaks down almost immediately. The session continues. At some point the counselor turns to me, "are you questioning your sexual identity?" Well ……… NO. I lie again