Hey guys,
I came out to my parents July 31, 2007. Probably one of the worst days of my life. My relationship with my parents hasn't been the same ever since.
Before I went to college, we had 5 fights in 2 days. Finally, upon my continued resistence to "take it back", my mom said "then for god's sake don't tell anyone." I'm not one to broadcast, but I had already, actually, told all the people at school that I cared to tell. All of the fights I had with my parents came out of nowhere. I was telling my mom about this broadcast I heard on NPR about athiests and foxholes, to which she filters out "my son is a godless homo." She saw a nice letter a girl had written me for a graduation thing, and I told her it was just some stupid graduation thing, and that she was just doing what a lot of my female friends do; turning small projects into big elaborate projects. To which my mom responds "you just don't like girls at all, do you."
So things aren't good on the home front.
Then, at school, we were having a party at my fraturnity. I invited a few Freshmen friends of mine and specifically told my best friend not to touch one of my friends who is a girl. She's been at college for 6 days and has never been drunk before. I didn't want to facilitate her first drunken mistake.
He then, of course, ignores this, gets drunk, and makes out with her enough that she has an enormous hikkie (sp?) on her neck. After I take her home, I come back and talk to him about it (basically, "what the fuck was that?"). He didn't care and said he'd do it again, too. So I hit him. And then we had a small fist fight, which I promptly lost as I'm 125 lb and he's 350. Was fighting right? Probably not, but I was tired of people treating me like I was not a force to recken with. I may not win, but I won't allow you to do shit that affects me without at least putting up with a fight. In short, I don't regret it. Anyway, he stormed out of the room and call me a faggot.
So now I'm fighting with my parents and fighting with my friends. I am emotionally shot. Weirdly, the only person I still trust is a guy I met online who I haven't talked to in a week or two.
I don't know if there is even a question in there. I'm not even angry or upset anymore. I'm just...untrusting. I don't trust my family, because unconditional love seems to have a few more conditions than I thought. I don't trust my best friend anymore because it seems to be quite evident that he doesn't respect me as a person. I feel like my life is one enormous charade.
I guess if there is a moral in here, it's this. Coming out sucks. Hands down. You know that, I knew it before I did it. I didn't really think about the aftershocks of it.
I came out to my parents July 31, 2007. Probably one of the worst days of my life. My relationship with my parents hasn't been the same ever since.
Before I went to college, we had 5 fights in 2 days. Finally, upon my continued resistence to "take it back", my mom said "then for god's sake don't tell anyone." I'm not one to broadcast, but I had already, actually, told all the people at school that I cared to tell. All of the fights I had with my parents came out of nowhere. I was telling my mom about this broadcast I heard on NPR about athiests and foxholes, to which she filters out "my son is a godless homo." She saw a nice letter a girl had written me for a graduation thing, and I told her it was just some stupid graduation thing, and that she was just doing what a lot of my female friends do; turning small projects into big elaborate projects. To which my mom responds "you just don't like girls at all, do you."
So things aren't good on the home front.
Then, at school, we were having a party at my fraturnity. I invited a few Freshmen friends of mine and specifically told my best friend not to touch one of my friends who is a girl. She's been at college for 6 days and has never been drunk before. I didn't want to facilitate her first drunken mistake.
He then, of course, ignores this, gets drunk, and makes out with her enough that she has an enormous hikkie (sp?) on her neck. After I take her home, I come back and talk to him about it (basically, "what the fuck was that?"). He didn't care and said he'd do it again, too. So I hit him. And then we had a small fist fight, which I promptly lost as I'm 125 lb and he's 350. Was fighting right? Probably not, but I was tired of people treating me like I was not a force to recken with. I may not win, but I won't allow you to do shit that affects me without at least putting up with a fight. In short, I don't regret it. Anyway, he stormed out of the room and call me a faggot.
So now I'm fighting with my parents and fighting with my friends. I am emotionally shot. Weirdly, the only person I still trust is a guy I met online who I haven't talked to in a week or two.
I don't know if there is even a question in there. I'm not even angry or upset anymore. I'm just...untrusting. I don't trust my family, because unconditional love seems to have a few more conditions than I thought. I don't trust my best friend anymore because it seems to be quite evident that he doesn't respect me as a person. I feel like my life is one enormous charade.
I guess if there is a moral in here, it's this. Coming out sucks. Hands down. You know that, I knew it before I did it. I didn't really think about the aftershocks of it.


















