Esquire0399
Be My Baby...
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Hey guys, so since coming to terms with a sexuality about a year and a half ago life has been much less stressful than it had been prior. I started coming out right around that time (very, very slowly) and generally I've had positive experiences. In my mom's case, however, it's been less positive and more... confusing I guess.
About 10 months ago, I decided to come out to my mom. I have to admit that I did so in one of the worst ways possible, in the midst of quite literally the worst argument we've ever had and probably will ever have. Interestingly enough, me telling her that I'm gay actually halted the argument in its tracks and she instantly turned into her normal comforting self, trying her absolute best to understand how I was feeling. After discussing things for about an hour we left it alone and she said that we would talk about it more later. While we never actually did discuss it again, I was frankly okay with that just because I know it would be incredibly awkward all over again. Unfortunately I think this decision to not acknowledge my sexuality again backfired a bit and herein lies the problem.
To understand my situation it helps that you understand the kind of person my mom is. My mom has always been the type of person that will do anything to ensure that she fits into the status quo at all times, no matter what. That means anything that society might consider less than typical or normal she wants nothing to do with. Sadly for me, her point of view of "either fit in with societal norms or be considered weird and unacceptable" have been forced upon me. Basically, she's the type of person who did not understand why I wasn't one of the popular kids in high school or why I don't want to dress like the idiots in my hometown or why I don't like the same music as everyone else. That was incredibly hard to deal with growing up, feeling as though I was disappointing by being my own person and not who she wanted me to be. Almost like a feeling of inadequacy at times, the one enormous detractor from an otherwise very fortunate childhood.
So here's the problem I'm facing. Almost every single day she makes some comment pertaining to some unnamed future wife of mine, or some random girl she thinks I should date, or asks what kind of girls I like, or, worst of all, makes negative comments about other gay men directly to me as though I'm supposed to agree with her, thereby insulting me in the process. Based on this, I am very unsure what's going on in her head with regard to me being gay. I imagine it's one of three things:
1) She forgets my coming out to her
2) She doesn't and never did believe I really am gay
3) She's in denial
Personally, I tend to go with #3, that she's in denial about my homosexuality and is doing her best to convince herself that I will end up with a girl at some point. If this is the case I have no doubt it's due to her obsession with me being seen as nothing but "normal" according to society's standard, and she does not view gay as normal just yet. I also imagine that it might be confusing to her that I do not exude "gayness" and am not stereotypically flamboyant. In her eyes if you're gay, you're basically a woman with a penis.
This whole thing is killing me because I don't think she has any idea how much it hurts me that she is either pretending my homosexuality is not there or didn't find it important enough to listen the first time around. It brings back that painful feeling of inadequacy that I mentioned before.
I have no idea how to deal with this situation and I need help. I want to know what you guys think is going on in her head and how you would suggest I deal with it. The last thing I want to do is go through coming out to her again as it was hard enough the first (not to mention I still have to come out to my dad on top of that). Any advice is appreciated. Thanks guys!
About 10 months ago, I decided to come out to my mom. I have to admit that I did so in one of the worst ways possible, in the midst of quite literally the worst argument we've ever had and probably will ever have. Interestingly enough, me telling her that I'm gay actually halted the argument in its tracks and she instantly turned into her normal comforting self, trying her absolute best to understand how I was feeling. After discussing things for about an hour we left it alone and she said that we would talk about it more later. While we never actually did discuss it again, I was frankly okay with that just because I know it would be incredibly awkward all over again. Unfortunately I think this decision to not acknowledge my sexuality again backfired a bit and herein lies the problem.
To understand my situation it helps that you understand the kind of person my mom is. My mom has always been the type of person that will do anything to ensure that she fits into the status quo at all times, no matter what. That means anything that society might consider less than typical or normal she wants nothing to do with. Sadly for me, her point of view of "either fit in with societal norms or be considered weird and unacceptable" have been forced upon me. Basically, she's the type of person who did not understand why I wasn't one of the popular kids in high school or why I don't want to dress like the idiots in my hometown or why I don't like the same music as everyone else. That was incredibly hard to deal with growing up, feeling as though I was disappointing by being my own person and not who she wanted me to be. Almost like a feeling of inadequacy at times, the one enormous detractor from an otherwise very fortunate childhood.
So here's the problem I'm facing. Almost every single day she makes some comment pertaining to some unnamed future wife of mine, or some random girl she thinks I should date, or asks what kind of girls I like, or, worst of all, makes negative comments about other gay men directly to me as though I'm supposed to agree with her, thereby insulting me in the process. Based on this, I am very unsure what's going on in her head with regard to me being gay. I imagine it's one of three things:
1) She forgets my coming out to her
2) She doesn't and never did believe I really am gay
3) She's in denial
Personally, I tend to go with #3, that she's in denial about my homosexuality and is doing her best to convince herself that I will end up with a girl at some point. If this is the case I have no doubt it's due to her obsession with me being seen as nothing but "normal" according to society's standard, and she does not view gay as normal just yet. I also imagine that it might be confusing to her that I do not exude "gayness" and am not stereotypically flamboyant. In her eyes if you're gay, you're basically a woman with a penis.
This whole thing is killing me because I don't think she has any idea how much it hurts me that she is either pretending my homosexuality is not there or didn't find it important enough to listen the first time around. It brings back that painful feeling of inadequacy that I mentioned before.
I have no idea how to deal with this situation and I need help. I want to know what you guys think is going on in her head and how you would suggest I deal with it. The last thing I want to do is go through coming out to her again as it was hard enough the first (not to mention I still have to come out to my dad on top of that). Any advice is appreciated. Thanks guys!











