09-10-2010, 05:47 AM
This is gonna be a long story, but I think anybody who would spend the time reading this kind of thing will love it.
So... I had a long rough patch with my mom at one point. Around late middle school, early high school. I kind of hated her for reasons that are now very unclear to me... I guess it was maybe that my parents (especially my mom, who was home more) put a lot of pressure on me involving my school work. Things had to be absolutely perfect, like... Once, I brought home a 93% on a test, and my mom asked why I got an A- instead of an A or an A+. Anyways, I retaliated by being cruel, writing cruel things about her in a journal (which she eventually read), and tearing up old Mother's Day presents (and then feeling extremely guilty).
I didn't actually come out to my parents. They just found out. They spied on me a lot (they were in general, very controlling). One thing that they would do is check my computer history. No, believe it or not, it isn't porn that gave me away. They read posts I made on a forum about my homosexuality. At the time my dad was in San Francisco for work (but he was coming home that night). My mom was crying when she picked me up from a church choir practice, and wouldn't explain why. When my dad came home, they confronted me. My mom mostly cried and asked if it was her fault, and my dad questioned my ability to judge my own sexuality.
For a long time after that, my sexuality was a pretty untouched subject. I was really happy once when my mom asked me if I wanted to apply for a gay scholarship for college, even though I didn't want to. Besides that, I often got quite annoyed at how they would avoid bringing up my sexuality. They avoided the word gay. However, I eventually found out that they had been going to PFLAG meetings (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), had gone to therapy to talk about how they felt about it, and had even read books on the subject.
The final bit of my story involves a recent event, and how I truly know that my parents fully support me.
Over the summer, I went to my grandparents' house with my mom a few times to eat lunch. The last time that my mom and I went (just last week), there was a VERY awkward situation. I'm not sure how the conversation ended up where it did, but my mom and I were treated to my grandma's opinion that gays should not be allowed to marry and most of us are very strange (my grandma does not know about my homosexuality). My mom pretty quickly stated that we shouldn't talk about the subject, and then gave an excuse for us to leave pretty quickly afterwards.
As soon as we got into the car and had started driving away, my mom asked me if I was upset and if I wanted her to talk to my grandparents about it. It was really, really nice (even though my answer to both was no.) I'm sure if my dad had been there he would've given me his support too.
Anyways, I'm sure this is irrelevant to most of you, and pretty uninteresting... But I thought it was a good story. It's also nice to say how much I appreciate my parents because I'm not very good at expressing that to them.
Well! Hope you enjoyed it.
So... I had a long rough patch with my mom at one point. Around late middle school, early high school. I kind of hated her for reasons that are now very unclear to me... I guess it was maybe that my parents (especially my mom, who was home more) put a lot of pressure on me involving my school work. Things had to be absolutely perfect, like... Once, I brought home a 93% on a test, and my mom asked why I got an A- instead of an A or an A+. Anyways, I retaliated by being cruel, writing cruel things about her in a journal (which she eventually read), and tearing up old Mother's Day presents (and then feeling extremely guilty).
I didn't actually come out to my parents. They just found out. They spied on me a lot (they were in general, very controlling). One thing that they would do is check my computer history. No, believe it or not, it isn't porn that gave me away. They read posts I made on a forum about my homosexuality. At the time my dad was in San Francisco for work (but he was coming home that night). My mom was crying when she picked me up from a church choir practice, and wouldn't explain why. When my dad came home, they confronted me. My mom mostly cried and asked if it was her fault, and my dad questioned my ability to judge my own sexuality.
For a long time after that, my sexuality was a pretty untouched subject. I was really happy once when my mom asked me if I wanted to apply for a gay scholarship for college, even though I didn't want to. Besides that, I often got quite annoyed at how they would avoid bringing up my sexuality. They avoided the word gay. However, I eventually found out that they had been going to PFLAG meetings (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays), had gone to therapy to talk about how they felt about it, and had even read books on the subject.
The final bit of my story involves a recent event, and how I truly know that my parents fully support me.
Over the summer, I went to my grandparents' house with my mom a few times to eat lunch. The last time that my mom and I went (just last week), there was a VERY awkward situation. I'm not sure how the conversation ended up where it did, but my mom and I were treated to my grandma's opinion that gays should not be allowed to marry and most of us are very strange (my grandma does not know about my homosexuality). My mom pretty quickly stated that we shouldn't talk about the subject, and then gave an excuse for us to leave pretty quickly afterwards.
As soon as we got into the car and had started driving away, my mom asked me if I was upset and if I wanted her to talk to my grandparents about it. It was really, really nice (even though my answer to both was no.) I'm sure if my dad had been there he would've given me his support too.
Anyways, I'm sure this is irrelevant to most of you, and pretty uninteresting... But I thought it was a good story. It's also nice to say how much I appreciate my parents because I'm not very good at expressing that to them.
Well! Hope you enjoyed it.
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