The religious parents and journal are all relatable. I threw the
journal away long ago because it was embarrassing and made me feel vulnerable. But as for the
parents well...I knew better than tell my dad ever.
I didn't understand
what my feelings really were until after high school. Then it was like
"how long can I keep this a secret?" then it became a "how do I tell mom?" question.
Years later, as predicted, she didn't take it well. Not the "going to hell" type
of reaction, she was more the denying type.
- "Are you sure you don't
just like boys?" even though I never brought a boy home even once (as
more than a friend) - "People will look down on you and discriminate"
- "Life will be hard for you and I just want to protect you"
- "What about what I want? I want grandkids!"
I got in contact with my sister after
years of (painfully) being separated. I came out to her over the phone
and she was happy for me. Then she said she has a girlfriend lol. So
we're queer sisters.
About 2 years after my sister, mom called on my birthday to accept me.
So it was kind of a long, drawn-out coming out!