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Coming out
Yeah, yeah, so it's a 'look at me' thread. But I don't care:
I came out to my parents today. Just a couple minutes ago, in fact.
I don't know why I did it. This afternoon, I just felt like I should do it. I wanted to do it before dinner, but we were in a hurry to go out the door, so we just left. I wanted to do it right after dinner, but my brother was home. My brother left to go get fast-food dinner drive-thru (he's watching the playoffs), and I just got my mom from upstairs, told her to come downstairs to the living room (where my dad was) because we needed to talk.
So we all just sat down in different chairs, I smiled, "So...there's something you guys should know". My dad closes his book and puts it on the endtable and looks at me intently. There's a long, uncomfortable pause. I just blurt out, simply, "I'm gay."
Another pause.
Mom: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Dad: "You're sure, then?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Mom: "Hmm...okay."
Dad: "Well, that doesn't change anything."
My dad then told me I should tell the doctor that I'm gay, because it might be related to my anxiety. We talked for like 2 minutes after that, most of it was me saying stuff like "So that's it?".
It was very very, weird. It felt like an out-of-body experience, you know? I didn't even feel like I was myself when I told them "I'm gay", I had this weird tingly sensation all over my body, and I was looking straight at the coffee table in the center when I said it. I didn't feel like I should make eyecontact.
And that's that. I thought it would feel better to get it off my chest, but it doesn't feel much better. My brother still doesn't know, and my parents don't think I should tell him. They think he's too immature to "handle something like that".
Maybe I'll feel better about it in the coming days, when I'm not stressing out over finals and the reality of it starts to sink in.
I'm up in my room on the computer, my mom's back in the den playing Scrabble on the computer, and my dad's reading again. I'm somewhat surprise how it was such a non-event, given how terribly conservative my parents are.
I came out to my parents today. Just a couple minutes ago, in fact.
I don't know why I did it. This afternoon, I just felt like I should do it. I wanted to do it before dinner, but we were in a hurry to go out the door, so we just left. I wanted to do it right after dinner, but my brother was home. My brother left to go get fast-food dinner drive-thru (he's watching the playoffs), and I just got my mom from upstairs, told her to come downstairs to the living room (where my dad was) because we needed to talk.
So we all just sat down in different chairs, I smiled, "So...there's something you guys should know". My dad closes his book and puts it on the endtable and looks at me intently. There's a long, uncomfortable pause. I just blurt out, simply, "I'm gay."
Another pause.
Mom: "Really?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Dad: "You're sure, then?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Mom: "Hmm...okay."
Dad: "Well, that doesn't change anything."
My dad then told me I should tell the doctor that I'm gay, because it might be related to my anxiety. We talked for like 2 minutes after that, most of it was me saying stuff like "So that's it?".
It was very very, weird. It felt like an out-of-body experience, you know? I didn't even feel like I was myself when I told them "I'm gay", I had this weird tingly sensation all over my body, and I was looking straight at the coffee table in the center when I said it. I didn't feel like I should make eyecontact.
And that's that. I thought it would feel better to get it off my chest, but it doesn't feel much better. My brother still doesn't know, and my parents don't think I should tell him. They think he's too immature to "handle something like that".
Maybe I'll feel better about it in the coming days, when I'm not stressing out over finals and the reality of it starts to sink in.
I'm up in my room on the computer, my mom's back in the den playing Scrabble on the computer, and my dad's reading again. I'm somewhat surprise how it was such a non-event, given how terribly conservative my parents are.
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