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The summer before I came out, a hockey mom called me. She said, “Brock, I want to set you up on a date.”


I was panicked because I was like, “I don’t want to tell her. I don’t want to out myself.” Because I was living in Sudbury, and I was working in hockey, and I feared that if people found out, especially up there, I would lose any opportunity I had, and people would not want to work with me.


So when I got that call I panicked, but then I was kind of curious what she thought my type might be. So I decided to ask her.


I said “What’s her name?”

And her response was: “Steve.”

I said, “What?”

She said, “Brock, you’re gay.”

Imagine living this kind of life, looking over your shoulder every day afraid someone might know who you really are...