Originally posted by Elwood Blues
However, it does appear that some laws are being written to deny same-sex couples the same financial/medical decision rights that heterosexual couples have. IMO, that's wrong. Very wrong.
This reminds me of quite a few years ago. My partner, Joe, is an epileptic but he doesn't suffer from grand mal seizures. He typically has petit mal. Nevertheless, he does, from time to time, have grand mal. Thankfully only twice in the 14 years we've been together.
One day, I got a call at my office from Joe's boss. He had just had a massive seizure and was headed to the emergency room at St. Vincent's. I grabbed a cab, rushed to the hospital to meet him. When I arrived, I went to the nurse's station, and although panicked, I calmly and VERY politely asked where his bed was located. (Dad and older bro are docs so I treat medical staff with nothing but respect... usually).
The nurse asked if I was a relative and I explained that I was his partner. She snidely stated that emergency room visits were for family ONLY. She wouldn't hear of it and wouldn't let me go in. I appealed to her sense of humanity, I was so frustrated, I was on the verge of a nuclear meltdown. She simply crossed her arms and said "no" with a smug, very insincere "customer service" smile. You know that look.
So I headed to the doors of the emergency room which prompted her to yell out to me, "You can't do that! Family only!" Over and over. I spun back at her and admittedly, I snarled and yelled back, "STOP ME!" and I shoved my way in.
I could hear her yelling for security while I stormed through the emergency room where I found my dear Joe, my absolute best friend, my partner for life, the man I hold most dear in all the world. He was in a daze, very sleepy, he tried to smile but ended up with tears in his eyes. He was so, so, so scared that it broke my heart. I just held his hand, ran a hand through his hair and kept quitely repeating, "You're ok, you're ok". I'm not sure if I was reassuring myself or him.
A security guard came over. A little guy, a security guard about 50-60 years old. He said, "Excuse me sir..." And I didn't turn around. I just ignored him while I held Joe's shaking hand. When he tapped me on the shoulder, I finally turned around. He simply smiled and quietly said, "Visiting hours are almost over. You can stay about half an hour and then you'll have to leave. But they start again at 5:00 (or something). You can come back then. You won't have any trouble coming in this time." To which he smiled again and walked away.
I got his message loud and clear. Perhaps he was gay. Perhaps not. Doesn't matter. He was just a kind older gentleman who saw the fear, the worry, the sadness in both Joe and I. But he also saw the very evident love and devotion we had for each other. He saw and knew that I was Joe's family.
I never told Joe what happened and I never will.
If we were married, I would never have had to go through that.
Where's were our rights then?