Forty two years ago, there was a boy born to a young couple
who'd been married for just over a year. They gave him a name to honor passed
ancestors, but they called him Yimi which could easily be anglicized to
"Jimmy" to blend in with the other kids. Yimi's bright blue eyes and
snow white hair made everyone who saw him gasp at his handsome little features.
Everyone said he'd be quite the heartbreaker when he got older and they were
right. People began to notice Yimi as being too "pretty" by the time
he was nine. The other kids began to bully him because he was perceived as
different. His parents did everything they could to console the child, saying
they were jealous and they didn't know the real him. Their love for Yimi was
immense because he was their first born and perfect, there would never be
another like him. When that blond hair, blue eyed boy was eleven, he began to
realize he was different and his relationship with parents changed forever.
He had only one friend, Alex, who was also frequently picked
on by the rest of the kids because his parents were of mixed race. Alex and
Yimi spent a lot of time together building forts, playing Atari, or biking to
the lake to jump off a bridge. They were inseparable. Alex was a couple years older than Yimi and
had older brothers. He was Yimi's world because he was the only kid who seemed
to understand him. One day Alex brought some dirty magazines to their fort and
Yimi's curiosities were sparked and he began to experiment. What they felt at
that moment was completely natural for the boys and their experimentation
evolved into schoolboys' relationship. Yimi's father caught them kissing one
afternoon and put and immediate end to their friendship. Yimi was never to see Alex
again.
Yimi's parents felt a great deal of shame and anguish for
the horrific acts their son had done. There was no way an old family with deep Southern
roots could be gay, especially since their child was to be ceremonially bound to
their religious beliefs in less than two years. In their desperation they sent
Yimi to a psychiatric hospital three hundred miles away, where they were
certain he would not be seen by anyone they knew. The doctors performed all
kinds of tests on Yimi to see if there was anything physically wrong. His blood
and urine was clean and his EEG was pretty normal. They began to test drugs to
see if they could find a combination that would curb his sexual desires. They eventually deemed him fit to return home
after six months of therapy with a regimen of four pills to take every day.
Yimi's life seemed good on the outside. He did things
"normal" boys his age did. He focused on his studies, both
educational and religious. He rode his bike for miles whenever he could. He
made a few new friends and even joined the high school marching band, even
though he was still in middle school. He even met a girl who would become his
best friend that everyone assumed was his girlfriend. Yimi knew something was
missing and his head was too filled with the expectations of others to figure
out what it was. His parents couldn't be happier with the progress their
"perfect" son had made.
Yimi was invited to a homecoming party with some of his
older friends from the marching band when he was thirteen. Everything about the
party had things his parents had forbidden; drinking, smoking, and horror
movies. He got pretty drunk at the party and his good friend, Jeff, knew that
sending him home in that condition would be the worst possible thing he could
do. Jeff called Yimi's parents to say he would be spending the night with him
because his truck's battery died and he'd be home first thing in the morning.
Yimi drunkenly confessed his attraction to Jeff that night and he admitted he
shared those feelings. Jeff and Yimi had become lovers that night. Their secret
relationship lasted a few months and Yimi finally began to feel normal and
finally happy with himself.
Yimi's father began to notice a change in him and waited
until his younger sisters had gone to bed to have a man to man conversation.
They sat on the porch with a beer in their hands and talked about a lot of
little things. Finally, his father asked him if he was gay again. Yimi knew this was coming and answered
truthfully, that he was gay and fully understood what that meant. He expressed
how he felt about another, nameless, boy and he couldn't be happier. His father
seemed to accept his answers and they shared a couple more beers before going
to bed. Yimi went to bed feeling relieved that he didn't have to hide anymore.
A week later the family had decided to take a road trip to
an amusement park in another state. All
of the kids were excited and sang Don't Worry Be Happy, even though they were
all off key and their parents cringed every time it came on the radio. They got
off the interstate and drove to a small complex of buildings that their father
called a hotel. Yimi realized immediately that it was another hospital. When
they got out of the car Yimi realized the only bag in the trunk was his, he
would not be returning with the family.
The receptionist called his parents by name as they walked
through the door. His sisters were sent
to a small play area just off the lobby. A door opened with a buzz and out came
three people who introduced themselves as a therapist and two unit aides. One
of the aides took Yimi's bag and the other two met with his parents and him in
a small office. It was decided that Yimi
would stay for treatment. Another round of tests and medication combinations
were to be tried for the next eight months. Because Yimi's issues were of a
sexual nature it was decided he would need to be transferred from the
Adolescent Unit to the Adult Unit. Yimi was "home schooled" during
that time through the hospital to give some sense of normalcy. Eventually,
the "right combination medications" was found and Yimi was to be sent
home. The side effects of the pills were quite severe and cost him much of his
vision, but a pill typically given to Parkinson's Disease patients helped with
that. Yimi's parents picked him up with the hopes he would become a productive
member of society rather than the deviant they abandoned months before.
Yimi's home life was very stagnate and he began to put on
weight. He didn't play his trumpet, his bike lay rusting in the yard, and his
horse wasn't ridden. He spent much of his time in his room in silence saying he
was reading, but in all honesty he couldn't concentrate on any of the books on
his shelves. Shortly before his fifteenth birthday a miracle happened, his
parents had forgotten to refill his medications and it was a long weekend due
to holidays. His head began to clear and he started getting more active around
the house. While not his old self, he was functional enough to do some of the
things he loved best. He also realized what he had to do during this brief moment
of clarity.
The prescriptions were refilled and the drugs were
reintroduced to Yimi's system. Yimi had
learned how to force himself to be sick each morning and no one noticed. His
head had completely cleared after a couple months and he made sure he acted
stoic enough to keep his parents in the dark about what he was doing. He
continued to hide in his room as much as possible and sat on the sofa watching
television with the family making sure to keep his laughter hidden. His mother
had noticed some weight loss and questioned it, but his father said a boy's
body goes through changes during puberty and not to worry. Early one autumn
morning, Yimi packed his school duffel bag with clothes and left. Yimi was
finally free.
He managed to get to Billings where he knew he would be able
to find some sort of help; after all it was the biggest city in the state.
Instead he found no succor. The shelter wouldn't take him because he was a
minor, the churches did no more than offer a little food, and everyone wanted
to call the police to have him returned to his parents. Instead he found a way
to survive on his own. There was plenty of food in trash cans. The local all
night laundromat provided plenty of heat. And his body was able to earn him
money when absolutely necessary. Sometimes he was able to get a hot shower,
fresh food, and even the gift of new clothes. His life wasn't what he wanted,
but he was free from his parents.
One November night Yimi was huddled in his plywood crate
behind the laundromat when a man was leaving the bar through the back door and
spotted him. He looked at Yimi with tears in his eyes and asked him to come to
his home. This had become fairly routine for Yimi so he had no problems with
what he knew would happen. The man
introduced himself as Audie and they walked to his car. Even though there was
snow on the ground, Audie had to keep the windows partially open to vent Yimi's
odor during the drive. Once at the two story home on the nice side of town,
Audie took the skeletal kid directly to a bathroom and proceeded to fill the
tub while helping him undress. Yimi always enjoyed the feeling of being in hot
water and stayed in the tub until the water grew cold. Audie checked to see if
the boy was adequately clean and helped him from the bath to dry him off. Yimi
was then given a robe and a pair of slippers that were too big. Mouth watering
smells were coming from the kitchen and Yimi was treated to one of the most
delicious meals he'd had in months. When he could eat no more, Yimi was led to
a bedroom and tucked into bed. The lights were turned off and he drifted into a
deep sleep, the best he ever had.
Audie asked Yimi to stay with him for a while, with the
conditions that he not steal from him and he went back to school. Yimi agreed without hesitation. Audie was
very kind to him and never asked for anything that the others had. Yimi told
him he was gay and Audie said he knew and was also gay. Audie requested the boy
call his parents after a few days and Yimi agreed. His father answered the
phone and told him to not go home or call again. Yimi cried and Audie was there
to hold him. Over the next couple months, Audie did everything he could to make
sure Yimi's needs were met. Eventually a path to emancipation was found and
followed. Yimi's parents didn't bother to show up to the hearing. Yimi was
"legally an adult" and was able to start building his own life.
Audie quickly enrolled Yimi into school so he could finish his education. Audie
became the friend and companion Yimi had always wanted.
Yimi finally admitted his feelings for Audie and was met with
hesitation. Yimi was only fifteen, but extraordinarily mature for his age, and
Audie had just turned thirty two. Yimi was heartbroken until Audie sat him down
to talk about his feelings and how he wanted to be with Yimi for all the
"right reasons." The pair were handfasted the following month, married
within the tenets of Audie's religious beliefs. They renewed their vows each
year on their anniversary for the next eight years.
Audie lost his battle with AIDS and cancer and Yimi's world
fell apart and you weren't there to help him in his greatest time of need.
Audie's mother had overturned his will after convincing a judge that the seven
year old document was filed when he was not of sound mind. Yimi was rendered
homeless and told he could only take what was on paper as his: his clothes, his
Ford Ranger, and a few trinkets from the home. Yimi reached out to his parents,
but they had temporarily divorced and neither would help him. Audie and Yimi had
always talked about going to Florida, what people on AOL had called the Gay
Mecca, but couldn't because Audie had grown too ill. Yimi made the drive alone,
prostituting for gas and food, to get to the one place he knew he would feel welcome.
Instead he found communities with older men who wanted nothing more to use him.
He was back to where he was at fourteen, a homeless prostitute sleeping in a
truck with a sheltie to keep him warm.
A DJ, named Chris, in a gay bar met Yimi and took a liking
to him. He felt sorry for Yimi and offered him a home in exchange for sexual
favors. Yimi agreed since that's all he was worth anyway. Yimi was able to
clean up and piece together a few shards of himself enough to get a menial job
at the local grocery store. Chris had suggested he go to church with him, but
Yimi refused because he couldn't worship a god that used him as his personal
whipping boy. Their living situation grew worse as Yimi became more independent
after getting a job in a local governmental office. Chris began to abuse Yimi,
beating him and his dog, until the neighbors finally called the police and
Chris was arrested. Chris called Yimi from the jail to apologize, but Yimi knew
it wouldn't end. He packed up his stuff and moved with his dog across the
state.
Yimi was able to find a job and apartment very quickly and
begin his new life. He took a new nickname, Angel (from Angelus on Buffy the
Vampire Slayer), to make it harder to be found by Chris. He found his new home
had a very close knit gay community and was welcomed with open arms. He learned
that they genuinely liked him and had no expectations that could hurt him physically
or mentally. Unfortunately Yimi couldn't hide from the past and suffered
nightmares, depression, and made a few attempts at suicide. His friends were
there for him, especially those who knew everything that had happened to him in
his youth. One well meaning friend introduced him to a rabbi, who took a deep
interest in him. Yimi told him his new nickname, but the rabbi wanted to know
his real name. He told the rabbi his birth name and rabbi said it was a proud
name and he liked it. Despite his previous misgivings about his religious past,
the rabbi was able to let Yimi find his own way back to faith. Yimi moved in
with his new rabbi who became his best friend and confidant without any
expectations. Yimi got a good job on his own merits, his own home, and started
to live life to the fullest for the first time in years. In fact, it was the
happiest he had been since Audie had passed.
Yimi had no idea how fragile that happiness was. Even though
there were periods of depression from time to time, he was able to keep it
under control for the most part. He had his friends near when things were at
their worst. There were a few attempts at his own life, but they were caught
and he was saved by those who loved him. At least until that day in late
September of 2013 when he made the last attempt to contact you, his family,
after years of unreturned calls and text messages. He couldn't understand why
you would only take his calls if you were alone, and then only speak for a
couple minutes. No one knew he was trying to reconcile with you, or how
important it was for him. Suddenly everyone understood what he meant by Redneck
Rehab, he was trying to show you he was normal and wanted to have his family in
his life. But the last words from his dad were the final nail in his coffin,
"Aw. Boo Hoo. Go cry to someone else." And he did. He took every
single pill he had from recently refilled prescriptions: Chantix, Xanax,
Lunesta, and Flexeril. He sent his friends a final text message of saying
goodbye and drifted to sleep. The boy you called Yimi was never to wake again.
I woke up a few days later, unaware of my surroundings, to
the calming voice of an old friend. He'd taken the liberty of calling my work
to say I was ill and would be seeking medical attention if I didn't improve. I
was given a lot of coffee and water to flush the residual chemicals from my body. I drank broths and soups to maintain my strength. My network of friends was
able to reach out to doctors and psychiatrists who were very knowledgeable of
gay issues, one specifically had experience dealing with people who had
suffered emotional traumas from loved ones who wouldn't understand what
homosexuality really was. The next week I was able to return to work and my
friends kept close tabs on me by text messages throughout the day. I spent the
following few weeks in counseling, where I was told the problem was no longer
depression. I was actually suffering from PTSD inadvertently caused by those
trying to help me all those years ago. The social worker who was counseling me
did so for free; he said my survival was worth more than money. Everyone who
was a part of my recovery had one question: How was I able to survive what I'd
done?
You tried to contact your son a few times these past couple
months but you only got voicemails and unanswered text messages. There are
things I should tell you, but I can't because they'll likely be too painful for
the both of us. You should know that Yimi Sadeh did everything he could to be
the kind of man you'd be proud of. He was an exceptional man, despite the
hardships that he carried with him. He finished school. He knew what
unconditional love was. And he was truly happy with his life, even if it didn't
meet your religious approval. I'm sure you heard on my voicemail that I am Z'ev
Hadash, as I'm sure you're aware Hadash means New. I am not a part of your family and I likely
never will be. I'm no longer ashamed of letting the Great Family down for being
different. I embrace who I am and will continue to do so. If you admit to anyone
that you did have a son, you can tell them he passed away September 21, 2013 of
complications of a medical condition. It wouldn't be a lie since the last part
of Yimi that wanted so much to be loved by his family did die that night and it
was his depression that took him. I'm
not sure if it means anything to you, Mrs. Sadeh, but I am very sorry for your
loss.