At the beginning of the 2018-2019 school year, I was horrified by the way my school treated Shelly Fitzgerald, a guidance counselor of 15 years and alumna of Roncalli High School. She was stripped of her career and banished from the place we all used to call home. I felt compelled to combat this act of hatred because other LGBTQ+ students were afraid and needed people to stand up for Shelly, and in turn, for them.

Thankfully, I was not the only one with these thoughts. A few weeks after the news got out, ​​Shelly's Voice Advocacy Group​ was​ founded by six high school students from Roncalli High School who saw a great need for social reform in the Catholic Church and, frankly, in Indianapolis citywide. Shelly’s Voice appeared on The Ellen Show, held a launch party with over 300 guests, gave statements to multiple media outlets, established a working board of directors, and mobilized for the future. Standing up for Shelly was the only way I knew how to cope with what was going on inside the school that now felt cold to me.

It was when I finally stood up for Shelly that I no longer felt comfortable being a part of the LGBTQ+ community in my school. I no longer trusted the administration after the president of my school emailed me and referred to a committed and loving same-sex marriage as “filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity.” Walking through the hallways was no longer the same after a teacher, former friend, and mentor told me I was “leading people away from Christ.” I felt alone after I was pulled into meeting after meeting and told Roncalli might not be “the right fit” for me. How could a school I had called home for over three years treat me like this just because I wanted to accept and love everyone?

Until February, I continued to advocate despite the administration’s constant attempts to quiet my outspokenness. The fear of losing my ability to advocate became a reality in early February when I was told by the principal of Roncalli and the superintendent of the Archdiocese​ o​f Indianapolis that my recent public statements were no longer acceptable. They said graduation was only a few months away. They “wanted” to let me walk on graduation day.

In that very moment, I was terrified. My diploma. My college education. My hard work. That is what they were willing to dangle over my head in order to hear nothing but silence from me. I felt defeated when I looked down at the table and said, “I will be silent in order to graduate from this school.” They ended the meeting shortly after. The closing remark still rings in my ear: “Well Dominic, this seems to have been a very productive meeting.” They finally got what they wanted and, at that very moment, ​​my heart finally broke as I realized I fell in love with a church that did not approve of who I was.