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When Alex Cooper was fifteen years old, life was pretty ordinary in her sleepy suburban town and nice Mormon family. At church and at home, Alex was taught that God had a plan for everyone. But something was gnawing at her that made her feel different. These feelings exploded when she met Yvette, a girl who made Alex feel alive in a new way, and with whom Alex would quickly fall in love.

Alex knew she was holding a secret that could shatter her family, her church community, and her life. Yet when this secret couldnt be hidden any longer, she told her parents that she was gay, and the nightmare began. She was driven from her home in Southern California to Utah, where, against her will, her parents handed her over to fellow Mormons who promised to save Alex from her homosexuality.

For eight harrowing months, Alex was held captive in an unlicensed residential treatment program modeled on the many therapeutic boot camps scattered across Utah. Alex was physically and verbally abused, and many days she was forced to stand facing a wall wearing a heavy backpack full of rocks. Her captors used faith to punish and terrorize her. With the help of a dedicated legal team in Salt Lake City, Alex eventually escaped and made legal history in Utah by winning the right to live under the laws protection as an openly gay teenager.

Alex is not alone; the headlines continue to splash stories about gay conversion therapy and rehabilitation centers that promise to save teenagers from their sexuality. Saving Alex is a courageous memoir that tells Alexs story in the hopes that it will bring awareness and justice to this important issue. A bold, inspiring story of one girls fight for freedom, acceptance, and truth.

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This book is dedicated to anyone who believes deep inside that they are not

broken, no matter what other people say.

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L OOK AT THAT DYKE, came the voice from the dark of the living room as I stood facing the wall, weight from my heavy backpack biting down into my shoulders, pain arcing down my spine.

Youre at a dead end, dyke.

I did not know how many hours I had been standing there, quietly trying to manage the pain by shifting my weight from foot to foot.

Your family doesnt want you. God has no place for people like you in His plan.

Only the lengthening dark of the afternoon measured the time passing. Only the light and the changing stream of people who came and went from the house hour after hour, day after daygood people who believed that I deserved whatever I was getting and God wanted it that way.

God has a plan for all of usthats what my parents had raised me to believe. If we followed the plan, God would keep us safe and together as a family, forever.

My parents wanted that most of all. They wanted it so badly that they were willing to send me away, into the hands of strangers who promised they could change me, cure me, whatever it took.

But standing at that wall, the word dyke slapping the side of my face, pain biting into my back, I realized that what made me different also made me strong.

I would need that strength to get out and get my family back together again. And to embrace who I really was.

T HEY JUST WANTED ME to be safe.

Why else would my parents have moved to Apple Valley, a little town tucked behind a big ridge of mountains east of Los Angeles and surrounded by miles and miles of sand, yucca, and Joshua trees? The main road that ran through town was named Happy Trails Highway because Roy Rogers and Dale Evans had lived just on the edge of town for many years. Thats how it was, once upon a time, when movie stars came to build ranches, ride horses, and get away from the stresses of city life.

Now it was families like mine who were looking to get awayfamilies who wanted their kids to be safe and happy, and they werent sure they could pull it off, or could afford to pull it off, even in the suburbs. My mom had already had more than her share of stress. Her first husband had died from early onset heart disease, leaving her with my five older brothers and sisters to raise by herself on a nurses salary. She was a pretty and sensitive redhead, and she was strong in her own way, but I wouldnt call her a fighter. She just wanted to keep everything comfortable for herself and the people she lovedthe kind of person who, no matter what was happening around her, made sure that her nails were perfectly manicured.

My mom came from a big Mormon family with eight children and deep roots in the faith. Her father had been a convert but her mothers side of the family had been in the church since its beginnings in the early nineteenth century. Her great-great-great-grandparents had been Mormon pioneers who crossed the plains to Utah, sacrificing everything to live the way they believed. Mom went to church pretty much every Sunday.

Dad wasnt even Mormon yet when he met Mom on a blind date, but eventually he decided to join the church. He never explained why, really, and he was never the type to stand up in Sunday meetings and talk about his conversion or any of his private feelings. Once he did tell me privately that it took him a few months of soul-searching to decide that Mormonism was what he wanted. Maybe it was because Mom would only marry another Mormon. Maybe it was because as a former military man he liked the orderliness of Mormonism, with its strict rules for living and the churchs tight top-down organization. Maybe he just wanted a fresh start.

Dad also never really explained what it was about Mom that he fell in love with, or why after just six months he asked her to marry him. It was always clear to me, watching them, that they needed each other. Im sure he loved the ways she looked after himcooking, cleaning, keeping the household togetherways in which Im not sure he could look after himself. As for my mom, it was simple: she always said she married my dad because he was the first person who didnt care that she already had five children. I think they had a silent agreement to look after each other, no matter what, and they stuck to it.

The home my parents made together was surrounded by apricot, pear, and plum trees, which flowered in the springtime and grew heavy with fruit in the summer. There were chickens, roosters, and rabbits in the yard, a reminder of my moms childhood in a farmhouse in a little California ranch town called Ojai. Our street was the kind where a bunch of kids were always out, riding bikes or scooters until the sun went down. Inside the house, pictures of Jesus hung on the walls, and on the entry table was a little wooden tree with Moms and Dads names painted on the trunk, and my name and the names of all my brothers and sisters painted on the branches.

My dad had a job selling mortgages that took him all over Southern California, driving from place to place with a thick briefcase of paperwork, helping other families get into the houses they wanted for their kids. Early in the morning he would get into his big, loud pickup truck, and by the time he got home, I was often asleep. My mom really loved being a stay-at-home mother, even after raising five kids from her first marriage, so she quit her job as a nurse and stayed home with me. After school, she would pick me up, and I would sit at the kitchen table and do my homework. She would make dinner for the two of us, and then we would lie on the couch and watch television, snuggling under our favorite blue-and-white afghan with yarn fringe and tassels on the corners. Id lie there with my mom and run my fingers through the fringe, untangling the knots as the sun went down and the house got darker, until there was just the light from the television screen.

I was baptized at eight years old, just like all Mormon kids. And just like in most traditional Mormon families, my father performed the baptism. Every night my father was home we had family prayer before I went to bed. My parents would come into my bedroom, and we would all kneel at the side of my bed and fold our hands on the purple-and-green-flowered bedspread. Usually it was my dad who said the prayer for all of us, out loud. He would ask Heavenly Father to watch over us and keep us safe.

I especially loved Monday nights because my parents would sit down and teach me lessons from a church manual, and wed have homemade treats. Mormon families the world over did the same thing on Monday nights; we called it Family Home Evening.

But there were signs even when I was young that I was the kind of person who couldnt stay in a place like Apple Valley for long. School I found dreadfully boring, and even in elementary school I fought my mom about going. When I got there, I goofed off to kill the boredom. I also fought her over piano, karate, and ballet lessons. Looking back, I remember arguing with my parents a lot and always getting into trouble. I was a bit of a handful at timesrowdy and independent.

But being strong willed and spirited also had its benefits. One time I organized all the kids on the block to build a tree house for me. I had asked my dad to build me one, but he hadnt gotten around to it, so when he got home from work and found me directing a group of five or six neighborhood kids cutting up the wood, I think thats when he realized it would be better for everyone if he finished the project. When hed completed it, a ladder went up to the tree house, and built-in seating benches were inside. It even had a basket you could raise and lower. I loved it. I would stay up in that tree house all day when I could, reading

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