I was brought up to believe homosexuality was a mental disease. I lived in a house (1970s) with a catholic father who was also a trained physician and otherwise

I was brought up to believe homosexuality was a mental disease. I lived in a house (1970s) with a catholic father who was also a trained physician and otherwise extremely dedicated to curing the ills of humanity (weird I know). At university, a young lecturer came and talked openly and sincerely about his struggles trying to deny his sexuality. I had a true epiphany that we are born with a certain orientation which we may deny or be forced to deny but it will always surface some day. I then realized so long as others didn't tell me how to live and love in my hetero life, I shouldn't demand or expect different from others.