I can guarantee you, somebody in your family knows YOU. They are not all brain dead idiots are they? (no offense, just making a point) And that person has spoken to others about it.
This probably bothers you more than it does them. WHY does this bother you, is what you have to find out.
You are you. Why is this even an issue? What if everybody in your family had black hair and you were the only blonde? Or everybody in your family had a birthmark that looked like Garfield and you didnt?
Why should they care? Does it affect them? No.
So youre the only blonde in the family with no Garfield shaped birthmark. Do you think they are going to hate you for that? No.
You are just you, being who you are. You havent tried to play at being a brunette or drawing in a fake Garfield birthmark. They love you for you being you.
People pick up on things. Some people even have "empathic" abilities....aka "readers". Someone in your family can read you, and has. Most times it is the mother, but it can be anyone.
Im sure what you consider a "normal" action in your life, because you are gay.......they have seen time and time again and know that this is why that is a "normal" action to you, even though it is not "normal" to them. Does that make sense?
If they have a problem with gay people, then thats THEIR problem, not yours.
Heres a little personal story about me, if you had not seen it on other threads.....
I have always been ME. I have never pretended to be anybody else, I have never acted like I was somebody else. I never even knew there was a name for it until I was 13 years old, reading about the gay riots in New York. I looked up the work "homosexual" and discovered that I was different.
I read books on the subject, articles, stories, and such. Come to find out by societies standards I was not "normal". But I felt that all this was bullshit. Which it was and still is. (the fact that this segregates people, because your personal mate preference has no bearing on anyone else)
This opened my eyes a bit more to the world, but it did not change who I was. I was still me, being me.
If you like me, you like me for the person I am, not what personal traits I have that are none of anybodys business. By human ethical standards, I was normal. I wasnt a murderer, rapist, thief, pedophile, or politician. I didnt do drugs, I didnt sell drugs, I didnt do anything that was considered detrimental to the human existence. So I knew there was nothing wrong with me. If anybody had a problem, it was THEIR problem/stupidity, not mine.
I come from a very rednecked, southern family. But yet, nobody had ever treated me differently than anyone else.
When I was in my mid 40's one of my Uncles asked me "are you gay"? I said yes. He said "yeah, we always knew, but didnt know for sure". And that was that.
So, everybody in my family knew me. Even being rednecked, they werent stupid. But they knew ME - a hard worker, someone who helped others when in need, someone who believes in decency, honesty, and has ethics to their life. Not some "gay" guy who had to be preaching it to everybody.
They know me, and dont care. Because they know ME. They dont need me "coming out of the closet" singing Julie Andrews songs and spinning around in a tiara and cape. They know thats not who I am.
Just be you. Decent humans dont care who you date, as long as it isnt detrimental to your existence.
Have I confused you now, my little tatertot??