The Decision; or, "A Lot of Life Left"
Part One of "I Just Wanted to Apply to Law School"
By Thomas DeLorenzo
February 22, 2010
This blog entry is part of a three-part series (check out Part Two and Part Three), in which I recount my experiences applying to Law School at age 47, from the circumstances that led me to apply right up until the schools' decision letters started rolling in.
This Fall I will be attending Law School somewhere that remains to be determined. That is not the big news -- the big news is that I am the first long-term survivor with AIDS to do so. At first I couldn't believe it, but when you keep getting reactions from Admissions offices like, "Wow, never heard that before," you start to figure it out.
I just wanted to do something more with my life than holding purses in a press line for celebrities. As an Entertainment Publicist, I got to help others achieve their goals, while my own remained in the closet. It was time for me to have my own voice. I wanted to make a difference and use my brain. The Entertainment Industry is in too much flux for anyone to call it home these days, and I figured why not jump ship now before I realize I am too old to create that second half of my life.
In actuality this is my Chapter Two, my renaissance. However, it all happened for the wrong reasons. On February 9, 1995, my boyfriend, David Burnside, lost his struggle with AIDS. I was left here to figure out what else to do with my life. I was only 32 at the time. I had a lot of life left -- and I had instructions. David told me I had many more important things to do with my life, that I had to go on and do big things. And if you knew David, you would understand why I know I needed to listen.
But Law School? Was that going to be my big thing? Instead the universe presented the Entertainment Industry -- all wrapped up in Swag Bags [goody bags handed out at events] and high-glam award shows. I was hooked.
Years later I would learn that I went towards Entertainment PR because it was so intense it allowed me to avoid my grief. As society does not allow gay couples to truly grieve their loss -- I mean after all we are just boyfriends, not husbands -- it gets put away, sort of on that shelf in your emotional closet, just waiting to be opened like Pandora's Box. But sometimes Pandora needs to come out when she wants to and she doesn't care where she does it. My grief started to show up in the oddest of places.
I was at the Emmys in 1999, and had four clients nominated that year. No one ever had that many personal clients nominated in one awards show before. One of the four came home with the Golden Lady -- and even said my name in the speech. I, however, got to go home alone, with no one to share this big moment with. Well, not exactly. I got to spend the time with my delayed grief and experience David leaving me all over again. Big moments for other people somehow always turned into big reminders that I was a widower at too young an age.
Finally, the running started to at least slow down. I decided to go back to school, something I promised myself on the day I graduated from Hofstra University with my B.A. in psychology. I knew that sooner or later I would get some sort of advanced degree but was never sure what it was going to consist of.
In the meantime, others are going on with their lives.
Another toll AIDS takes on survivors is the pause button it puts on your life. In between dealing with the duties of a caretaker, and the shocked state you are left in after they leave you, you don't have much else left to move forward. Some days holding on is the best you can hope for. And some days trying not to fall too far back is an achievement in itself.
Time does heal all wounds. That and a good therapist. And having patience with yourself, allowing yourself to heal and trying to keep taking those baby steps that don't seem like much at the time but eventually you do get out of the house, and into places you have never seen before. And eventually you get used to the fact that your loved one is there with you -- just not by your side. You carry them in your heart everywhere, and they, too, get these new experiences, just in ways you never expected. The cool thing is you can talk to them whenever you want. I know I do. When I have a big problem, I always ask David for advice. Lots of times I already know his answer but most of the time it's so I can hear that amazing Scottish brogue one more time.
I stayed in Los Angeles, even in the same apartment, because I was too scared to leave David behind. I did all of these cool things in the "Biz" but all the time I knew my heart was tethered to this place. Until I was ready to break this tie, or somehow find a way to lengthen the leash, I was not ready to make the big steps I knew I needed to make. One important small step I made was taking classes in Political Science at Santa Monica College, a junior college in the University of California system. I was so concerned with not feeling out of place or sticking out like a sore thumb, I went to the campus a few days before classes started and I scoped out what the students were wearing. The last thing I wanted to look like was that old person in class who dressed like your parents.
Eventually this Law School thing just kept rearing its ugly head and I had to give in. Part of my delay was dealing with David's illness, and part of it was my own health problems. You can't really devote much time to academia if you are too busy fighting for your own life. But part of it was this internal struggle I was having -- my dad is an attorney and one of the last things I wanted to do was become a carbon copy of my father. I was already his namesake, and I was not about to choose his career because I had run out of options. So I continued to look everywhere else but where instinctively I already knew I would belong.
Read Part Two and Part Three of this series.
To contact Thomas, click here.
Comment by: TS
Fri., Feb. 26, 2010 at 8:45 am EST
Thanks Thomas for this post. I too have returned to school with the encouragement of my partner and friends, I am older than you are and can tell you that I have the same fears. Can I do this at my age? Will I be able to find work and continue being healthy? etc. The answer I keep getting back is a resounding YES!
I am going into clinical social work after many years of working with in the HIV/AIDS field as a client advocate at one of the leading organizations in NYC. The thought of become an LICSW has been brewing for years, and I finally took the plunge a couple of years ago. I will be getting my BA in psychology next year and then on to grad school. I know that I can do this and will be a good social worker.
It's great to hear of others whom have had similar experience to mine, and have decided that it was time to take care of themselves. It's encouraging.
I know you don't want to look a anyone dad in school, but judging from your pic, I doubt that possible. Furthermore, what difference does it make is your father is an attorney, you won't be a carbon copy of your dad. You've already established you separate identity, and at this point you can only be you.
Good luck! Wish me luck!
Comment by: Jere D.
Thu., Feb. 25, 2010 at 4:06 pm EST
Thank You for a wonderful history of living with HIV. I also have the same type circumstances in my life. As a performing artist with credentials from Julliard and Northwestern as well as around the world, I sequestered myself in hiding for the last ten years. Being HIV positive for the last 25 plus years has been an experience most will never know of unless we speak up now. I am presently coming out performing again as a disabled American and a Veteran of the United States Marine Corps.
Many wishes for a great success in your life and keep on sharing!
Comment by: Mike
Thu., Feb. 25, 2010 at 2:29 pm EST
I started law school when I was 48, and had been HIV for 15 years. It never crossed my mind to disclose my status because I felt it was not important or pertinent as to my qualifications to be an attorney. There are situations where "don't ask, don't tell" are certainly appropriate ways to handle a situation.
Comment by: Chris
Thu., Feb. 25, 2010 at 2:12 pm EST
Thanks Thomas as a 44 year old LTS, your story inspired me as I face a big question with what to do with the rest of my life. Good luck in Law School!
Comment by: Stevie
Wed., Feb. 24, 2010 at 4:28 pm EST
wow.. can't wait to read part 2 and 3. This is pretty powerful.
would love to excerpt it on my blog
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