10-16-2011, 12:07 AM
Ok so my life, while it isn't a bad life by any means, is pretty flawed. So I've been working up the courage to write something like this to see if I can maybe find the answers I need to the problems I have.
So I guess I'll start at the start and go from there. I am the youngest of three children. My parents are still married. My Dad comes from a very Roman catholic family, and despite being a good father, never really connected with me or made an effort with me. My mom on the flip side is a very emotinal person, who relies on her vices to get her from day to day. When we were young she would scream at anyone who stepped out of line, as we got older she switched screaming for smoking and drinking.
My oldest sister is 10 years older than me from my moms first marriage, she's also severely mentally handicapped. While most kids were playing with GI Joes I was learning what to do in case she had a grand maul seizure. My other sister is only 2 years older than I am, and she was perfect to the point where it was understood she was my parents favorite just for being herself. Daddy's girl and the spiting image of my mom. One year for her 13th birthday, she got a $1000 bed room set and to got move into the biggest room upstairs. That same year I got a movie(Space jam, which was odd since I never liked sports) and a bag of uninflated balloons, not even a cake. This isn't exaclty a one time thing either, every year she would get some big gift, and I wouldn't. So now as an adult I despise my birthday. But this is all trivial in the long run.
I've known I was gay since about grade 7, but I didn't come out to anyone until grade 10. I grew up in a small town so in high school, I ended up hanging with the other gay kids even though everyone thought I was straight. Now at the time I was suffering from undiagnosed depression, so I was very withdrawn and anti-social to the point where it became my normal. I never learned how to drive, I never went to any dances, I never partied, and I struggled to get through school every day. Being on the outside of everything and being unable to connect with people is all I know. To make matters worse I had a very negative experince with another member of my group in high school, where he basically was my friend, then claimed he loved me out of no where and basically he started stalking me. Luckily for me I excelled at pushing people away so I managed to cut ties with him, but unfortunately it made me even more gun shy about looking for a relationship.
Then came college, the depression got worse. It took me nearly failing out and killing myself before anyone stepped in. When I finally did get to a doctor, my mom proceeded to make the whole ordeal about how it was affecting her. As a result the meds I got put on weren't helping me all that much and I gained a ton of weight and my libido dropped off the map. I literally went 2 and a half months without even thinking about sex. It took me finally kicking her out of the doctors office and begging to come off of my meds since they weren't helping in the least. So as you can imagine I was never in a good state of mind to start dating.
After gradguating from college, I moved home and went to work, which was great for my waist line. I managed to lose about 70 pounds since college (Down to 170!). But it wasn't long until being surrounded my straight folks started to wear on me. I'm fairly used to hearing people here drop the 'faggot' bomb(Not at me specifically). I feel bad because I know I should speak up, but I'm not out to the community as a whole yet(Just 99% of my family and my handful of friends know) so doing so would out me entirely. Second of all I started falling for a straight guy. He's possibly the straightest guy on the planet and I'm pretty much head over heels for the guy, not that I would ever tell him that. Not because i think he'd be angry, but because he wouldn't do anything to make others feel uncomfortable so I wouldn't do the opposite in return ya know?
Again being from a small town I had no idea how to start dating. With no drivers license I was fairly stuck where I was. Near the end of this summer, my job(Which is a whole nother story) had reached a point where I could no longer work there so I decided to make a change and quit. The intent was to focus on my license so I could get out of this place. But here I am 3 months later and I've hardly leave the house. Unfortunately I get so nervous behind the wheel of a car that I start to doubt my ability and anxiety builds. So until I can get over that fear and start the process, I feel trapped in my own life.
I am at a point where I'm ready to be 'Out' to everyone, but there is one corner stone where I am stuck, that being my Grandma. She's my last living grandparent, and the only member of my extended family who doesn't know(Parents, Sister, Aunts/Uncles, Cousins all know). She's from a different generation and very religious and I'm betting she'll react poorly(When my sister got pregnant out of wed lock shit really hit the fan.). I don't know if it's worth telling her so I can live openly and risk losing her, Or not tell her and just wait until she passes. On one hand if I tell her, I may lose her in my life which would also cut ties to my dad's side in general, but I could be out and not care who knows. On the other hand if I don't tell her, I have to stay semi-closeted for probably another decade, but I get to keep her in my life >> I'm so conflicted.
So Cliff notes...
1) 26 year old virgin who has no idea where to even start looking. Hell I don't even know how to kiss another person.
2) Low self esteem making the idea of a gay culture obsessed with looks terrifying. I don't consider myself ugly, but I don't consider my self 'hot' either. I'm actually quite plain. Also makes getting my driver lisence an exercise in anxiety.
3) Small town, little to no gay community and no way to get anywhere that does.
4) Complicated family life. My sexuality is the least of their concerns thankfully.
5) Depression, although I manage it without meds, usually makes me fairly quiet and socially awkward.
6) Find it very difficult to connect with people in general, let alone pursuit of sexual desires.
7) Coming out to my grandmother could mean cutting ties with my dads side.
Anyways sorry for the marathon post but I need someone to help me sort this shit out because I'm at a loss right now. It's never a good feeling when your life starts to feel like treading quicksand.
So I guess I'll start at the start and go from there. I am the youngest of three children. My parents are still married. My Dad comes from a very Roman catholic family, and despite being a good father, never really connected with me or made an effort with me. My mom on the flip side is a very emotinal person, who relies on her vices to get her from day to day. When we were young she would scream at anyone who stepped out of line, as we got older she switched screaming for smoking and drinking.
My oldest sister is 10 years older than me from my moms first marriage, she's also severely mentally handicapped. While most kids were playing with GI Joes I was learning what to do in case she had a grand maul seizure. My other sister is only 2 years older than I am, and she was perfect to the point where it was understood she was my parents favorite just for being herself. Daddy's girl and the spiting image of my mom. One year for her 13th birthday, she got a $1000 bed room set and to got move into the biggest room upstairs. That same year I got a movie(Space jam, which was odd since I never liked sports) and a bag of uninflated balloons, not even a cake. This isn't exaclty a one time thing either, every year she would get some big gift, and I wouldn't. So now as an adult I despise my birthday. But this is all trivial in the long run.
I've known I was gay since about grade 7, but I didn't come out to anyone until grade 10. I grew up in a small town so in high school, I ended up hanging with the other gay kids even though everyone thought I was straight. Now at the time I was suffering from undiagnosed depression, so I was very withdrawn and anti-social to the point where it became my normal. I never learned how to drive, I never went to any dances, I never partied, and I struggled to get through school every day. Being on the outside of everything and being unable to connect with people is all I know. To make matters worse I had a very negative experince with another member of my group in high school, where he basically was my friend, then claimed he loved me out of no where and basically he started stalking me. Luckily for me I excelled at pushing people away so I managed to cut ties with him, but unfortunately it made me even more gun shy about looking for a relationship.
Then came college, the depression got worse. It took me nearly failing out and killing myself before anyone stepped in. When I finally did get to a doctor, my mom proceeded to make the whole ordeal about how it was affecting her. As a result the meds I got put on weren't helping me all that much and I gained a ton of weight and my libido dropped off the map. I literally went 2 and a half months without even thinking about sex. It took me finally kicking her out of the doctors office and begging to come off of my meds since they weren't helping in the least. So as you can imagine I was never in a good state of mind to start dating.
After gradguating from college, I moved home and went to work, which was great for my waist line. I managed to lose about 70 pounds since college (Down to 170!). But it wasn't long until being surrounded my straight folks started to wear on me. I'm fairly used to hearing people here drop the 'faggot' bomb(Not at me specifically). I feel bad because I know I should speak up, but I'm not out to the community as a whole yet(Just 99% of my family and my handful of friends know) so doing so would out me entirely. Second of all I started falling for a straight guy. He's possibly the straightest guy on the planet and I'm pretty much head over heels for the guy, not that I would ever tell him that. Not because i think he'd be angry, but because he wouldn't do anything to make others feel uncomfortable so I wouldn't do the opposite in return ya know?
Again being from a small town I had no idea how to start dating. With no drivers license I was fairly stuck where I was. Near the end of this summer, my job(Which is a whole nother story) had reached a point where I could no longer work there so I decided to make a change and quit. The intent was to focus on my license so I could get out of this place. But here I am 3 months later and I've hardly leave the house. Unfortunately I get so nervous behind the wheel of a car that I start to doubt my ability and anxiety builds. So until I can get over that fear and start the process, I feel trapped in my own life.
I am at a point where I'm ready to be 'Out' to everyone, but there is one corner stone where I am stuck, that being my Grandma. She's my last living grandparent, and the only member of my extended family who doesn't know(Parents, Sister, Aunts/Uncles, Cousins all know). She's from a different generation and very religious and I'm betting she'll react poorly(When my sister got pregnant out of wed lock shit really hit the fan.). I don't know if it's worth telling her so I can live openly and risk losing her, Or not tell her and just wait until she passes. On one hand if I tell her, I may lose her in my life which would also cut ties to my dad's side in general, but I could be out and not care who knows. On the other hand if I don't tell her, I have to stay semi-closeted for probably another decade, but I get to keep her in my life >> I'm so conflicted.
So Cliff notes...
1) 26 year old virgin who has no idea where to even start looking. Hell I don't even know how to kiss another person.
2) Low self esteem making the idea of a gay culture obsessed with looks terrifying. I don't consider myself ugly, but I don't consider my self 'hot' either. I'm actually quite plain. Also makes getting my driver lisence an exercise in anxiety.
3) Small town, little to no gay community and no way to get anywhere that does.
4) Complicated family life. My sexuality is the least of their concerns thankfully.
5) Depression, although I manage it without meds, usually makes me fairly quiet and socially awkward.
6) Find it very difficult to connect with people in general, let alone pursuit of sexual desires.
7) Coming out to my grandmother could mean cutting ties with my dads side.
Anyways sorry for the marathon post but I need someone to help me sort this shit out because I'm at a loss right now. It's never a good feeling when your life starts to feel like treading quicksand.