Coming outs meet nonacceptance
I'm crying so hard right now. Nonacceptance, disappointment, differing of opinions... never will my mom accept the lifestyle that I did not choose.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CHOOSE TO BE GAY. Would it possibly make life easier? NO. My mom made it seem like coming out to her was a luxury. You know how people say driving is a privilege? WELL then coming out to her should be, she should be happy that I had to courage to come out to her. She should be happy and supportive and understand where I'm coming from, not a bigot.
And of course, I understand where she's coming from, she just doesn't understand where I'm coming from. After these many years after I have suspected that I was gay, not one day passes without me thinking that I should tell my parents. For five years, I didn't tell them until I came out to my dad, and since then, not a day passes where I don't think I should tell my mom. I didn't know what to expect, but I certainly did not expect this. Why didn't I expect something similar to go down? Well I didn't want to explore this possibility.
I started my day abnormal, for I woke up at 8:30 so I could change my sleeping habits for college. I woke up, brushed my teeth and then went down to eat breakfast. Things seemed pretty normal, I ate my smoked salmon bagel with cream cheese and my mom wasn't acting particularly weird. It wasn't until I finished breakfast that my mom started to ask me what she should do to be a better mom, she asked me many questions that I didn't even know how to answer. She asked me if there were any problems that need to be discussed, how she should change and how she should deal with me. She asked whether she should not care about me or be strict with me (odd she never offers a middle ground). I didn't respond since it was clearly the middle ground I was looking for.
Then, she finally broke the question and asked, "do you still like guys?" Now to think about it, that's such an odd question to ask because it's as if my opinion of guys changed overnight or something (I guess she still doesn't understand huh). I said, yeah, I do. THE WHOLE THING WENT INTO A BLUR as my heart crashed to the ground as she gave me a long speech about her NONACCEPTANCE. At that point, I was completely devastated and I cried so hard because nothing's worse than not being accepted. Sure, if friends don't accept, you can always find new ones. This time, it's my parents and I can't change that. I can't change my parents, I can't change who I am. What was particularly ridiculous was that my mom kept saying that my lifestyle is a problem and that it's an issue that has to be solved. I kept telling her that it wasn't a choice and that I didn't have say in terms of which gender I'm attracted towards. She started blaming it on herself and the genes that she passed on to me since she thought that if it wasn't a choice, it must be genetic and it's mom and dad's problem. She kept asking me if me being gay relates to the relationship issue she and my dad were having, or was it society pressuring me to choose differently... I really didn't know how to respond. She has to understand that it just happens, I even wanted to be like, WHEN DID YOU FUCKING CHOOSE TO BE STRAIGHT. I continued by saying how my friends support me and all I look for are the support from my parents, and that's undoubtedly the most important part of my well being. I told them that in order to be close to family, I have to have the support I'm looking for otherwise I would have to resort to friends. Mom told me how I have so many people to talk to, yet she has no one to discuss issues with and suddenly it became my fault again. I told her I waited so many years to tell her this, and all I get is nonacceptance. She makes it seem like as if I made this decision to be gay like one day when I woke up and then it stuck. IT'S BEEN ALMOST SEVEN YEARS since I discovered. No, it's not going to fucking change.
Heterosexual relationships and homosexual relationship are the same, the same love and the same commitment. Then she brought up carrying on my family name and having children for her, so I told her that I also wanted a wife and children which made her be silent for around ten seconds before she started talking again. I don't know what hit her, but she said that wasn't the issue and that she'll have to accept me no matter what. When she says that, that means she'll never accept me. That means she'll forever be opposed to it but will forever pretend to accept something I can't change. She kept making a big deal about having to like what I like, and that if I "like" being gay, then she would have to learn to like it too. SHE JUST DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME. I personally don't even like the idea of being gay, it's a path that complicates my life and I wish this never happened to me. But it's not like it was an event that changed me, it has always been me.
My mom will never successfully learn to accept me. She will never love me the same.
In her eyes, I will always be the disappointment.
So after sitting in silence for around five minutes, I finally went up to my room and cried my eyes out for twenty second until I snapped to my senses and told myself, NO, I AM NOT THE ISSUE. Society is. It is not me that has to change, they have to change.
I don't know what I want to do now. What is the right path to take? Am I looking for my mom's acceptance or do I have to accept the fact that my mom will never be even okay with the idea, let alone ever accept it.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson would say,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ---
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
But is the difference worth it? I didn't choose this road, the road literally chose me.
In the end, my world is broken. The fact is that, my mom loves me less now.
And now, I love myself a little less as well.