For years I concealed a terrible secret. A secret no one knew. Not my classmates, not my friends, not my siblings—not even my Mom and Dad. I tried to deny it. I tried to hide it. But I couldn’t keep it locked up inside me any longer. I sensed a building volcanic force of common sense that if not vented, would soon blow me apart. I had to come out of the closet. I had to let someone know. And I knew who needed to know most of all. I had to tell my parents that I was different. Different in a way that society still does not accept. I just had find the right words—and the right moment—-to tell them that I was a Malthusian. I was smitten with a love for sustainability that dare not speak its name. But how could I break the news?