I survived section 28. Finished secondary school at 16 in 2004. I don't think a lot of people realize just how broad the legislation went and just how harrowing it was for those of us under it.
I got outed at school by someone I thought was a friend, but was actually just mining the local freak for content. I thought we were besties, because autism is like that, so I told her that I thought I might be a lesbian. She told everyone. That was spring of 2001. The next few years were hell.
Section 28 was the justification for the teachers not helping or offering advice beyond 'well if you will make a spectacle of yourself'. It was the justification for not defending me when I was beaten. When I had bleached poured over me. When my hair was set on fire. When my books were all tipped out into the showers and soaked. When the girls formed a barricade and refused to let me into any of the bathrooms because I was a 'pervert' (sound familiar, anyone?). Throughout all of it, I got told there was nothing that could be done.
See, to defend me could be construed as 'putting homosexuality in a positive light'. If they said 'there's nothing wrong with her' a parent or another teacher could complain they were 'promoting homosexuality', and that teacher's job would be on the line. The guidance was deliberately worded so that often teachers didn't know what they could do and where the lines could be drawn, so they chose to do nothing to save their own skins. They'd all heard about what happened to teachers who stepped out of line.
Some of them helped where they felt they could. Putting me in silent detention for my own safety. Skipping their own lunch breaks to sit in an empty classroom with me. One slipped me a book of queer poetry from his own collection. A few months later the same one gave me a flyer for a Pride youth group, which provided some limited respite when I could get there. He could have lost his career, for giving me that book and that flyer. Thankfully my parents were too oblivious to notice.
The thing is, when it was repealed, there wasn't clear guidance immediately to replace it; what was okay to say, what wasn't, what would get someone in trouble, what was now safe. 'Promotion' of homosexuality was no longer illegal, but where did that boundary fall? The same teachers continued to help me. The same mob hounded me every second they got for my final year of mandatory education. Most of the same teachers that weren't helping before still weren't sure how they could help then.
The irony is that now, the teachers that helped me and the social workers who ran the Pride youth group would probably be labeled 'groomers', because it's happening again.
Before too much longer I'm worried we'll end up with another section 28. Another generation of young people desperate, frightened, unprotected by the adults around them and ultimately attempting suicide like I did. Some already are, and some are succeeding.