Hey- I recently came out as bi-sexual @gently this is my truth. My parents are passing it off as a phase again đ and no one actually accepts me for me and it's truly amazing what people say when you don't fit there standard, or expectation of you.
So this is my story: When I was 16 years old, I was struggling to figure out who I was as a person in this world. My sister, Kaydee, who was envious of me because I was more popular than her during this timeânow, Kaydee was always jealous of others, including me. Kaydee thought it would be a fun idea to spread the rumor that I was gay, but at this time I did not know that, so my sister Kaydee ruined my life and my reputation at school, and people made fun of me the rest of the year, and it sucked. I would say that was one of my lowest moments ever.
When I was 17 years old, I figured out that I was gay but chose to keep it a secret from most people at that time. Both of my sisters, Kaydee and Lilith, knew that I was. They both promised me that they would keep it a secret until I was ready to tell Mom and Dad. Lilith obviously broke that promise in order to get her phone back, more about that later.
This year, I told all my friends that I was gay. They took it pretty well. Before I did that, I went through an identity crisis. An identity crisis for me looks like me questioning everything. This looks like me questioning who I am, my religion, what I am, who I am, etc. At that time, I became withdrawn from my friends and family, and any activities that I was involved in, D&D mostly. But also, at that time, I became a Green Bandana member. I became a Green Bandana member to help others instead of helping myself.
So, as I stated before, my younger sister told my parents that I was gay for her phone. Funny thing, though, she gets to have a boyfriend, but I can't be bi. On Sunday night, I had no choice but to tell them. They said, âWe aren't mad, why didn't you tell us sooner?â I said, âBecause when I first told you, you said it was a phase, and Kaydee went through the same thing, but remember, Kaydee and I are two different people.â They said, âWe know that, but be who you want to be, just not in our house.â
There were so many emotions raging inside of me. I felt so much anger, rage, frustration, and regret. The reason I felt that way was because they first passed it off as just a phase. I had felt dismissed because it was so much to process at that time. This isnât how I imagined that they would react, but Iâm happy itâs finally out in the open. I was hoping going forward that they would be more accepting of me and love me for being their daughter and not disliking me because Iâm gay.
Yesterday morning, my younger sister, Lilith, told me, âThey are just worried about your safety.â At this point, I wanted to scream, or punch a wall.Instead, I simply said, âOk.â
So, with all of that being said, I need to remember that in the future I need to make sure that Iâm having these difficult conversations with my loved ones and trusting that they will continue to love and support me unconditionally.
But do they? no they don't, that is why I lied @gently because I didn't want to be treated differently or how you see me.
Hi, @ginnysnow
And welcome! You've been going through a lot. I know it's become a bit of a clichĂ©, but "it does get better." It did for me, even though there was a time when I thought it couldn't possibly "get better." I, too, struggled because of a mismatch between my older brother and me. My older brother (14 years older than me, so almost like a second father) was a super athlete. I was the opposite. I was the family book-worm. Being a book-worm, I was able to hide away in my room; my parents, thinking, 'Oh, that's just the way he is,' left me alone. What my parents had no way of knowing, though, was that I wasn't just hiding away with my books; I was also hiding away with My Secret. I never did manage to come out to my parents. I never managed to come out to my friends, either. Of course, as a book-worm, hiding away in my room as I did, I never made many friends. I had the impression, all throughout my teen years, that my parents didn't worry much about my not wanting to make friends with the boys on our streetââexcept for one time: I was going off to Sunday Mass with my father, when we saw four or five of the neighborhood boys approaching us. Apparently I frowned, and my father saw my frown. To this day, I remember him saying to me, "What the f*ck is wrong with you?" Did I answer him? Did I answer him honestly? Of course not! I would continue to keep My Secret for several more years. When, in my late 20's, when I'd actually acquired a circle of friends, and I told these friends, they were 100% supportive. Had I'd made friends earlier with the boys on the street, and told them, would they have been supportive? I doubt it. Of course, I'll never know for sure, but still I doubt it. And had I told my parentsââwould they have understood? I'll never know; maybe they would have, but then again maybe they wouldn't have. Here, too, I'll never know.
I hope you'll keep posting, @ginnysnow. I wish you tons of happiness.
Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)