‘God, Please Fix Me’: Inside The Dangerous Resurgence of ‘Ex-Gay’ Conversion Therapy

Rob Picheta remembers walking towards the worst experience of his life. The dorm hall was a concrete tunnel, with chipped white paint on the walls and a stench of sweat trapped inside. The stairs, he recalls, squeaked underfoot. They led to a wooden door, which Andrew Pledger prized open. He stepped inside, sank into a peeling black couch, and locked eyes with the man sitting across the desk. And then something happened.