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(Sorry in advance for the wall of text! You can skip to the end for my question if you want.)
She pulled out every cliche in the book in that one conversation. "You're still too young to know" (I'm 22...), "You just haven't met the right girl yet", "It's impossible, we have no family history of gayness", "You're just being influenced by someone. Who made you this way?!", "You just think you're gay cos it's the fashionable thing these days", I could go on but you get the picture.
Since then she has been hounding me to no end, begging me to be straight. She keeps telling me 'not to be closed-minded" (I KNOW, RIGHT?) and if I wake up one day and decide I like girls, to let it happen. She also asks what she did wrong and what turned me gay. She wants to send me to priests and "counsellors" to find out and to degay me (or as she puts it, to "untangle my mind"). We've had a few arguments about the whole thing, which was tantamount to me banging my head against a brick wall.
The most infuriating thing about it all is that she's always saying that she accepts it when the reality is that what she's doing is the opposite of accepting it. If you want me to be straight, just be honest and say it - don't fucking pretend that you accept it and give yourself a pat on the back before constantly hounding me about turning straight!
I cannot take it anymore. Her denial is one thing, I'd be willing to work through it with her if she were willing to just listen to me instead of telling me that I'm not sure. How the fuck can anyone presume to know more about what's going on in my mind than me?
I also told her that I wanted to tell dad soon, but she said there's no way he'd be able to handle it. And I think she might be right.
I'm deciding whether or not to move out. On the one hand, I don't know how much longer I can tolerate this and I don't know what'll happen when I tell my dad. On the other hand, is it bad if I just drop the bomb and evacuate the facility without going through it with my family?
She pulled out every cliche in the book in that one conversation. "You're still too young to know" (I'm 22...), "You just haven't met the right girl yet", "It's impossible, we have no family history of gayness", "You're just being influenced by someone. Who made you this way?!", "You just think you're gay cos it's the fashionable thing these days", I could go on but you get the picture.
Since then she has been hounding me to no end, begging me to be straight. She keeps telling me 'not to be closed-minded" (I KNOW, RIGHT?) and if I wake up one day and decide I like girls, to let it happen. She also asks what she did wrong and what turned me gay. She wants to send me to priests and "counsellors" to find out and to degay me (or as she puts it, to "untangle my mind"). We've had a few arguments about the whole thing, which was tantamount to me banging my head against a brick wall.
The most infuriating thing about it all is that she's always saying that she accepts it when the reality is that what she's doing is the opposite of accepting it. If you want me to be straight, just be honest and say it - don't fucking pretend that you accept it and give yourself a pat on the back before constantly hounding me about turning straight!
I cannot take it anymore. Her denial is one thing, I'd be willing to work through it with her if she were willing to just listen to me instead of telling me that I'm not sure. How the fuck can anyone presume to know more about what's going on in my mind than me?
I also told her that I wanted to tell dad soon, but she said there's no way he'd be able to handle it. And I think she might be right.
I'm deciding whether or not to move out. On the one hand, I don't know how much longer I can tolerate this and I don't know what'll happen when I tell my dad. On the other hand, is it bad if I just drop the bomb and evacuate the facility without going through it with my family?

















