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Hi, everyone, this is my first thread on JUB 
So, I'll get straight to the point. I'm nineteen years old, and I was already out to 80% of my friends before I decided to come out to my parents.
I came out to my parents about a month ago, and they reacted like I expected (but, of course, not like I hoped). My Dad took it better than my Mom, and I was already sort of expecting that too.
I was in the living room with my parents, watching tv and I was working up the courage to tell them. I was about to start when my dad left the living room. I thought my chance had passed yet again, but I had already worked up the courage, so it had to go somewhere...
So I told my mother. To begin with, she was speechless. Then I asked her how she felt about it, and she gave me the whole "How do you know? Are you sure? How long have you felt like this? You just haven't met the right girl. Was it something I did? Why are you doing this to me? Is it your friends, are they playing tricks on your mind? I'm sure you'll meet a girl someday and realize you're wrong. When I was your age I was confused too(...etc)" speech. I refuted every hypothesis she made, saying that "Yes, *you* were confused. The difference is I'm not". She said it felt like she was being punished. She cried. She hugged the laptop that was, well, atop her lap. And then she said she still loved me. Right after she said that she had had an inkling about it for years, but that she had hoped I was asexual instead. Her speech was constantly interrupted by "I just can't believe this. You're just confused."
Then my dad came back into the living room. He, of course, noticed my mother's state and I told him to. He was much better about it, and yet his reaction made me feel worse than my mother's. He was stoic about it, and he also admitted that it was something that they had been afraid of for the longest time, and that they still loved me no matter what. My dad's reaction made me feel worse than my mother's because he seemed like he was more shaken up to the core, and my mother seemed more like she was throwing a selfish begrudging tantrum.
I realize that I have to wait for them to get used to the idea, but I was so ashamed of my mother. They're both doctors, so they're educated about it in every which way. They lived for many years (my dad since birth until his late thirties, my mom from her late teens to her early thirties) in the capital of our country, so they lived for a long time in the most open-minded place in our country (which I admit wasn't all that open minded at that time, but was still the most in the country).
Since coming out, I heard the most heart crushing things from them, like my mom admitting that towards her gay patients she had a more accepting demeanor, but that she was disgusted when they touched her (and she's a doctor -.-' leave it to a health professional to feel that homosexuality is contagious...), and like my father saying that "It takes all the love I have for you to deal with this horrible thing."
Also, I was putting this huge pressure on coming out to them. I was expecting it to be like a magic word and suddenly everything is wonderful. Bullshit -.-' Everything is the same, except that now my parents wanna cry and throw themselves to the ground every time they thing about me. I also had some other expectations regarding meeting more gay people and loads of other stuff that I deposited on coming out to them, but those expectations I have long since realized I was silly to place them in one single action.
I'm the kind of person that deals with things by talking about them. I was expecting my friends to make a big deal about my having come out to my parents and congratulate me, so that I could answer all their questions and thus exercise my own self-therapy, but they all said things like "oh? ok" and left it at that, most of them to talk about themselves (-.-'), except for my best friend (a lesbian), who made sure I knew how proud she was of me, but that still didn't dwell on the subject too much.
And this whole rant brings me to my closing point: I feel torn.
I feel torn between being overwhelmingly mad at my parents for not accepting me 100% on the spot (all my dad said to me for months before my coming out was "Do me the favor of being happy." He hasn't said it anymore.), and feeling guilty because I realize that they need to make the journey from denial to acceptance on their own time, which I never had to do (I was never in denial, and all those other phases. One day when I was 13 I was masturbating and I realized I was thinking about a guy. "Oh. I guess I'm gay. Awesome.")
I feel torn between feeling guilty that I'm making such a huge deal about some stupid remarks made by my parents (who, after all, still pay for my college, still sustain me) while other boys and girls are getting thrown in the street by their parents and have no friends, and feeling heart wrenchingly sad because those same comments are so painful to hear.
And all the while, my oblivious grandmother, which I love and (used to) respect (more), says things like "When are you going to cut your hair? One of these days, you'll look like one of those fags that walk by every now and then." This is just a plain annoyance.
If you've made it this far, congratulations and apologies :3
I'm really sorry I spewed out such a huge rant, but I've been holding this in for a month, no one would listen to it, and if you're like me, bottling up your rants only makes them grow bigger, which this one apparently did.
Any thoughts?
So, I'll get straight to the point. I'm nineteen years old, and I was already out to 80% of my friends before I decided to come out to my parents.
I came out to my parents about a month ago, and they reacted like I expected (but, of course, not like I hoped). My Dad took it better than my Mom, and I was already sort of expecting that too.
I was in the living room with my parents, watching tv and I was working up the courage to tell them. I was about to start when my dad left the living room. I thought my chance had passed yet again, but I had already worked up the courage, so it had to go somewhere...
So I told my mother. To begin with, she was speechless. Then I asked her how she felt about it, and she gave me the whole "How do you know? Are you sure? How long have you felt like this? You just haven't met the right girl. Was it something I did? Why are you doing this to me? Is it your friends, are they playing tricks on your mind? I'm sure you'll meet a girl someday and realize you're wrong. When I was your age I was confused too(...etc)" speech. I refuted every hypothesis she made, saying that "Yes, *you* were confused. The difference is I'm not". She said it felt like she was being punished. She cried. She hugged the laptop that was, well, atop her lap. And then she said she still loved me. Right after she said that she had had an inkling about it for years, but that she had hoped I was asexual instead. Her speech was constantly interrupted by "I just can't believe this. You're just confused."
Then my dad came back into the living room. He, of course, noticed my mother's state and I told him to. He was much better about it, and yet his reaction made me feel worse than my mother's. He was stoic about it, and he also admitted that it was something that they had been afraid of for the longest time, and that they still loved me no matter what. My dad's reaction made me feel worse than my mother's because he seemed like he was more shaken up to the core, and my mother seemed more like she was throwing a selfish begrudging tantrum.
I realize that I have to wait for them to get used to the idea, but I was so ashamed of my mother. They're both doctors, so they're educated about it in every which way. They lived for many years (my dad since birth until his late thirties, my mom from her late teens to her early thirties) in the capital of our country, so they lived for a long time in the most open-minded place in our country (which I admit wasn't all that open minded at that time, but was still the most in the country).
Since coming out, I heard the most heart crushing things from them, like my mom admitting that towards her gay patients she had a more accepting demeanor, but that she was disgusted when they touched her (and she's a doctor -.-' leave it to a health professional to feel that homosexuality is contagious...), and like my father saying that "It takes all the love I have for you to deal with this horrible thing."
Also, I was putting this huge pressure on coming out to them. I was expecting it to be like a magic word and suddenly everything is wonderful. Bullshit -.-' Everything is the same, except that now my parents wanna cry and throw themselves to the ground every time they thing about me. I also had some other expectations regarding meeting more gay people and loads of other stuff that I deposited on coming out to them, but those expectations I have long since realized I was silly to place them in one single action.
I'm the kind of person that deals with things by talking about them. I was expecting my friends to make a big deal about my having come out to my parents and congratulate me, so that I could answer all their questions and thus exercise my own self-therapy, but they all said things like "oh? ok" and left it at that, most of them to talk about themselves (-.-'), except for my best friend (a lesbian), who made sure I knew how proud she was of me, but that still didn't dwell on the subject too much.
And this whole rant brings me to my closing point: I feel torn.
I feel torn between being overwhelmingly mad at my parents for not accepting me 100% on the spot (all my dad said to me for months before my coming out was "Do me the favor of being happy." He hasn't said it anymore.), and feeling guilty because I realize that they need to make the journey from denial to acceptance on their own time, which I never had to do (I was never in denial, and all those other phases. One day when I was 13 I was masturbating and I realized I was thinking about a guy. "Oh. I guess I'm gay. Awesome.")
I feel torn between feeling guilty that I'm making such a huge deal about some stupid remarks made by my parents (who, after all, still pay for my college, still sustain me) while other boys and girls are getting thrown in the street by their parents and have no friends, and feeling heart wrenchingly sad because those same comments are so painful to hear.
And all the while, my oblivious grandmother, which I love and (used to) respect (more), says things like "When are you going to cut your hair? One of these days, you'll look like one of those fags that walk by every now and then." This is just a plain annoyance.
If you've made it this far, congratulations and apologies :3
I'm really sorry I spewed out such a huge rant, but I've been holding this in for a month, no one would listen to it, and if you're like me, bottling up your rants only makes them grow bigger, which this one apparently did.
Any thoughts?

















