This is my first attempt at posting. My story goes like this.
I grew up in a suburban area where I was not exposed to or knew what "gay" was growing up. I have a sister who is somewhat more worldly than I am, a mother that is extremely religous, and a father who I feel is somewhere in the middle. As i got older and started to realize what I was attracted to sexually, I never questioned aloud my feelings. I grew up under the mindfuck known as my mother's love. I was forced to go to church and lived under very strict rules while in her household.
It was'nt very long before I moved to live with my father, mainly because I wanted him to be in my life, but I did not like living with my mother as she remarried. The man she remarried was very cruel and would constantly tease and for lack of a better term mentally abuse my sister and I. My mother was no help as she had no internal strength and would bury herself in the church. I felt really bad about moving away from my mother and probably do to this day, but I was miserable in her home. This all took place at around the age of 10.
I moved in with my dad which was quite a distance from my mother and sister. My father did a great job of raising me as he could, when he couldn't be with me due to his job, I stayed at my grandparents ( his parents ). He was a policeman and worked as you can imagine odd hours, this worked well as my grandparents lived in a better school district than he did at the time. I grew up knowing that he loved me and my sister dearly and did his best for us as a single parent. My grandmother and grandfather were among the greatest heroes in my life and largley shaped who I am today. I grew up to be a very caring, accepting and compassionate person because of their love. I am the "go to" person to all of my friends. My friends range in age from 20 to 40+, my friends know that they can call me and count on me at any time and I will try to help them as much as I can.
I am now thirty and feel all alone. I throughout my life have tried to have a relationship with my mother, even going back to church hoping that would bring us together. I will start to allow her back into my life and all will be fine for awhile, but then she will try to "save" me. By this I mean that according to her beliefs, if I have not accepted Jesus into my life I will not go to heaven and that those around me who do not accept will perish as well. I try to live right, I don't do drugs, steal, etc... I was involved in church at a young age and retained some of those beliefs and morals throughout my life.
Trust me growing up with a father who was a cop and a mother who is a religous fanatic I was bound to be damned for something. Anyway as time went on I found it more and more dificult to relate to my mother and her beliefs, she is pretty much lost and lives in her delusions. She is what gives Christians a bad rap, close minded, condemning and devoid of accepting the possibility of another opinion. The point of this post( I swear I have one) is that noone except one friend and my sister knows of me being gay. I came out to my sister a few months ago and she was fine with it, the one friend is practically the mayor of "Gaytown" so she is accepting and a big part of my life. I wish I was not afraid to be or say that I am gay, but I fear that due to years of my mother's/churches teaching and doctrines that I will never be comfortable with it. I don't really feel comfortable telling my other friends or family as I still don't feel That being gay is ok.
I still have to lead a double life not only with friends and family, but with coworkers as well. I work in a career that is or has been predominately heterosexual and not very accepting. During the week I am the "straight" guy and on the weekends I can be a little more "free". It seems that just as I start to accept who I am, either my mother's little voice in my head starts discreditting my happiness or I loose my nerve and start to feel guilty for being gay.
I am the last of the males in my family, so the bloodline ends with me if I don't have children. I don't see myself at this point or in the future being in a relationship with a man or a woman, I don't see or want children either. I don't even feel comfortable dating or meeting another guy. I know that I am attracted to men, but I freak if I am shown any interest by another guy or if I find myself interested in another guy. I think it has to do with years of hearing that homosexuality is wrong in God's eyes and the fact that I have lost quite a bit of weight in the past year. I don't feel that I am attractive. I don't know if I will ever come out and accept who I am, I get very depressed and it is affecting everything in my life. I have always been able to repress how I feel, because I had noone to talk to. Now I am afraid that people will think I am crazy and moody I just want to feel normal. I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to disappoint anybody, but I don't know how much more I can take.
This site has been helpful, but I still feel lost and lonely. Thanks for leeting my get this out.
I grew up in a suburban area where I was not exposed to or knew what "gay" was growing up. I have a sister who is somewhat more worldly than I am, a mother that is extremely religous, and a father who I feel is somewhere in the middle. As i got older and started to realize what I was attracted to sexually, I never questioned aloud my feelings. I grew up under the mindfuck known as my mother's love. I was forced to go to church and lived under very strict rules while in her household.
It was'nt very long before I moved to live with my father, mainly because I wanted him to be in my life, but I did not like living with my mother as she remarried. The man she remarried was very cruel and would constantly tease and for lack of a better term mentally abuse my sister and I. My mother was no help as she had no internal strength and would bury herself in the church. I felt really bad about moving away from my mother and probably do to this day, but I was miserable in her home. This all took place at around the age of 10.
I moved in with my dad which was quite a distance from my mother and sister. My father did a great job of raising me as he could, when he couldn't be with me due to his job, I stayed at my grandparents ( his parents ). He was a policeman and worked as you can imagine odd hours, this worked well as my grandparents lived in a better school district than he did at the time. I grew up knowing that he loved me and my sister dearly and did his best for us as a single parent. My grandmother and grandfather were among the greatest heroes in my life and largley shaped who I am today. I grew up to be a very caring, accepting and compassionate person because of their love. I am the "go to" person to all of my friends. My friends range in age from 20 to 40+, my friends know that they can call me and count on me at any time and I will try to help them as much as I can.
I am now thirty and feel all alone. I throughout my life have tried to have a relationship with my mother, even going back to church hoping that would bring us together. I will start to allow her back into my life and all will be fine for awhile, but then she will try to "save" me. By this I mean that according to her beliefs, if I have not accepted Jesus into my life I will not go to heaven and that those around me who do not accept will perish as well. I try to live right, I don't do drugs, steal, etc... I was involved in church at a young age and retained some of those beliefs and morals throughout my life.
Trust me growing up with a father who was a cop and a mother who is a religous fanatic I was bound to be damned for something. Anyway as time went on I found it more and more dificult to relate to my mother and her beliefs, she is pretty much lost and lives in her delusions. She is what gives Christians a bad rap, close minded, condemning and devoid of accepting the possibility of another opinion. The point of this post( I swear I have one) is that noone except one friend and my sister knows of me being gay. I came out to my sister a few months ago and she was fine with it, the one friend is practically the mayor of "Gaytown" so she is accepting and a big part of my life. I wish I was not afraid to be or say that I am gay, but I fear that due to years of my mother's/churches teaching and doctrines that I will never be comfortable with it. I don't really feel comfortable telling my other friends or family as I still don't feel That being gay is ok.
I still have to lead a double life not only with friends and family, but with coworkers as well. I work in a career that is or has been predominately heterosexual and not very accepting. During the week I am the "straight" guy and on the weekends I can be a little more "free". It seems that just as I start to accept who I am, either my mother's little voice in my head starts discreditting my happiness or I loose my nerve and start to feel guilty for being gay.
I am the last of the males in my family, so the bloodline ends with me if I don't have children. I don't see myself at this point or in the future being in a relationship with a man or a woman, I don't see or want children either. I don't even feel comfortable dating or meeting another guy. I know that I am attracted to men, but I freak if I am shown any interest by another guy or if I find myself interested in another guy. I think it has to do with years of hearing that homosexuality is wrong in God's eyes and the fact that I have lost quite a bit of weight in the past year. I don't feel that I am attractive. I don't know if I will ever come out and accept who I am, I get very depressed and it is affecting everything in my life. I have always been able to repress how I feel, because I had noone to talk to. Now I am afraid that people will think I am crazy and moody I just want to feel normal. I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to disappoint anybody, but I don't know how much more I can take.
This site has been helpful, but I still feel lost and lonely. Thanks for leeting my get this out.