12-30-2011, 04:43 AM
Well, as a angry, know-everything smart mouth 17 year old, I had kind of caused a minor explosion in the family the way I told my mother I no longer believed in certain religious myths and folktales. :tongue: It was flip, crass and immature, and I honestly don't know how my dad didn't slap the crap out of me. Yet, he didn't but he did tell me never to talk to my mother that way again and that he was disappointed not in what I had said but how I had said it. He also told me to decide what kind of man I wanted to be. He made me realize how short-sighted I was in trying to prove a point. He wasn't surprised with my rejection of religion because he had always been my sounding board and had encouraged me to question.
It took my mom and me a while to repair our relationship and we are close now. But, I am not and never will be proud of the way I acted and hurt her then. I really learned what unconditional love is from both my parents. I spent a lot of time deciding what kind of man I wanted to be.
I didn't plan on telling either of them I was gay until I was out of college and on my own. I had no plans to date; I just wanted to concentrate on school. I didn't want to deal with being gay. I was also conflicted on the whole "coming out" issue. I felt like respect wise, as my parents they should know, but on the other hand, I felt like it was no one's business.
I started getting more comfortable with myself; a little more confident. I decided, like the religion issue, I would start dropping hints to my dad via social issues discussions.
Well, as life often does, it surprises you, and I met someone this past year at school. I thought it would be just a date or two, see what "it's" all about, and go on my way.
I'm kind of moody and need a certain amount of time by myself. Well, I ended up making a very good friend, I liked his ethics, we became exercise buddies, started trying to learn how to cook together and one day he said, you do realize we've been dating for two months? :tongue: He's wonderful, out and somehow appreciates my eccentricities. I fell in love. I found myself in a relationship.
I live at home and school was my other life. I started actually having fun, kind of got a life other than studying and I didn't want to come out and possibly ruin my fun. So I stopped the hints to my dad. It got complicated quick and I couldn't handle the guilt with all the little lies of omission I was telling my parents. My dad had questions and he's not an idiot. I had never expressed any interest in girls or dating and the fact that my new BFF was not a fellow undergrad hadn't escaped his notice. So, I had to accept that I couldn't wait until I graduated.
When I decided to talk to him, I had really learned my lesson with the religion issue. And, this was a bigger deal to me and I wanted his respect. The hints had worked. He wasn't surprised, we were both emotional, and he was upset that I hadn't felt like I could trust him sooner. I was honest about all the dark shit that had been in my head. He got it and has been very supportive. He told me he loved me. He insisted on two thing: telling my mom and meeting my bf.
I wasn't ready for either of those or the emotional onslaught of coming out. I wasn't sure that I was happy about it all even though it had all gone well. I felt angry and raw and I didn't feel any of the relief or weight lifted off my shoulders that some people talk about. So, I didn't want to celebrate it. I cried a lot, told my bf I needed some space, stopped meditating and just kind of freaked out. I did talk to two friends here at GS and they kind of calmed me down.
I decided to let my dad tell my mom and my two younger sisters. I think he was being a shield in some ways and it was almost like he was orchestrating things. I was really worried about losing big brother status with my sisters. There are just little things that I was afraid would change between us, and even between me and my dad. It was no big deal to them; my dad and my little sister watch Glee together so my little sister was perfect, she's really sweet. My other sister is a smart ass, and she was a smart ass; so it felt good that it was their normal behavior. And, it was just stupid stuff like will my dad still hug on me? I kind of freak myself out and over think. But, my dad has been great.
My mother was emotional but supportive. I had been worried we would lose what we had built back up over the religion issue. She told me she loved me and hugged me and that was that. We didn't talk about it any further. I was starting to settle down when one of my sisters let slip that my mom was seeing a counselor. I kind of figured it was about me. I confronted her and my dad. I was told to leave things alone and just concentrate on school. I backed off.
About a month ago, she started teasing me about something and we were actually by ourselves and she told me she had noticed quite a few things when I was young. One thing in particular was when I was around 7, I brought her one of my books and told her that I thought one of the little boys in a picture was cute. I don't remember this at all but she said it bothered her and when she caught me staring at the page again and again, she gradually “lost” the book. She said when she talked to my dad, he said to leave me alone. She said at that point she started pushing me more at my dad and we started to where she would take my sisters to do ‘girl’ things and my dad and I would do ‘guy’ things.
Basically, she always suspected. I guess that's what I needed to hear? IDK, but after that conversation with my mom I finally felt that on-edge feeling go away.
It took my mom and me a while to repair our relationship and we are close now. But, I am not and never will be proud of the way I acted and hurt her then. I really learned what unconditional love is from both my parents. I spent a lot of time deciding what kind of man I wanted to be.
I didn't plan on telling either of them I was gay until I was out of college and on my own. I had no plans to date; I just wanted to concentrate on school. I didn't want to deal with being gay. I was also conflicted on the whole "coming out" issue. I felt like respect wise, as my parents they should know, but on the other hand, I felt like it was no one's business.
I started getting more comfortable with myself; a little more confident. I decided, like the religion issue, I would start dropping hints to my dad via social issues discussions.
Well, as life often does, it surprises you, and I met someone this past year at school. I thought it would be just a date or two, see what "it's" all about, and go on my way.
I'm kind of moody and need a certain amount of time by myself. Well, I ended up making a very good friend, I liked his ethics, we became exercise buddies, started trying to learn how to cook together and one day he said, you do realize we've been dating for two months? :tongue: He's wonderful, out and somehow appreciates my eccentricities. I fell in love. I found myself in a relationship.
I live at home and school was my other life. I started actually having fun, kind of got a life other than studying and I didn't want to come out and possibly ruin my fun. So I stopped the hints to my dad. It got complicated quick and I couldn't handle the guilt with all the little lies of omission I was telling my parents. My dad had questions and he's not an idiot. I had never expressed any interest in girls or dating and the fact that my new BFF was not a fellow undergrad hadn't escaped his notice. So, I had to accept that I couldn't wait until I graduated.
When I decided to talk to him, I had really learned my lesson with the religion issue. And, this was a bigger deal to me and I wanted his respect. The hints had worked. He wasn't surprised, we were both emotional, and he was upset that I hadn't felt like I could trust him sooner. I was honest about all the dark shit that had been in my head. He got it and has been very supportive. He told me he loved me. He insisted on two thing: telling my mom and meeting my bf.
I wasn't ready for either of those or the emotional onslaught of coming out. I wasn't sure that I was happy about it all even though it had all gone well. I felt angry and raw and I didn't feel any of the relief or weight lifted off my shoulders that some people talk about. So, I didn't want to celebrate it. I cried a lot, told my bf I needed some space, stopped meditating and just kind of freaked out. I did talk to two friends here at GS and they kind of calmed me down.
I decided to let my dad tell my mom and my two younger sisters. I think he was being a shield in some ways and it was almost like he was orchestrating things. I was really worried about losing big brother status with my sisters. There are just little things that I was afraid would change between us, and even between me and my dad. It was no big deal to them; my dad and my little sister watch Glee together so my little sister was perfect, she's really sweet. My other sister is a smart ass, and she was a smart ass; so it felt good that it was their normal behavior. And, it was just stupid stuff like will my dad still hug on me? I kind of freak myself out and over think. But, my dad has been great.
My mother was emotional but supportive. I had been worried we would lose what we had built back up over the religion issue. She told me she loved me and hugged me and that was that. We didn't talk about it any further. I was starting to settle down when one of my sisters let slip that my mom was seeing a counselor. I kind of figured it was about me. I confronted her and my dad. I was told to leave things alone and just concentrate on school. I backed off.
About a month ago, she started teasing me about something and we were actually by ourselves and she told me she had noticed quite a few things when I was young. One thing in particular was when I was around 7, I brought her one of my books and told her that I thought one of the little boys in a picture was cute. I don't remember this at all but she said it bothered her and when she caught me staring at the page again and again, she gradually “lost” the book. She said when she talked to my dad, he said to leave me alone. She said at that point she started pushing me more at my dad and we started to where she would take my sisters to do ‘girl’ things and my dad and I would do ‘guy’ things.
Basically, she always suspected. I guess that's what I needed to hear? IDK, but after that conversation with my mom I finally felt that on-edge feeling go away.