havetohurt
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First of all, thanks for reading this.
Well, this is my story. A year ago my parents discovered I was gay and they asked me if I was. I had denied it to all of my friends, never had a boyfriend because there was nothing to reveal, but they sensed it though I "look straight". Yes, I like men, but that's not of your business.
Feeling a little trapped and realising it was time for me to speak the truth, I told my parents that "I like guys", there everything went bad.
First, I said "I like guys" because that's what it is. I don't like women, I like men. I don't feel confortable with the term "gay" because I don't know if I fit under it. What I know is that I like men and I want a guy in my life. That's it. Just a regular guy loving another guy, nothing else.
My parents don't have a very good relationship. They have argued several times, and this comes from earlier years even when I wasn't born, so it's a problem with them. This "confession" allowed them to continue that fight, blaming each other for my sexuality. Then they started with the inquisition, and the questions they had weren't the best one..
It was obvious they didn't liked it, that's probably one of the reasons why I never told them anything. I knew they wouldn't like it, so..
They asked me when did I discovered it. I told them I've always felt this way, probably at 8 started to realised it.
Then they asked if somebody had said or done anything to made me this way, impling as if I had been raped or something like that. I didn't like it, guess they didn't know how to react.
Then asked if I had been with a guy and even a girl, and that probably I was confused, that it was just a fase, the typical talk..
Then they asked if I was active or passive. I responded in a sort of rude way because that's not part of their business.
And they kept asking this questions, so everything was out. The next days felt a little wierd but I waited until all was settled down.
Months later they parents argued again, this time me and my sexuality being out of the topics of the discussion, and it end up with my dad deciding to leave the house. I still have a relationship with him, he's just pissed with my mom.
Every now and then they seem to be close again, but it ends in a new discussion. After a year, my mom came and started asking about my sexuality as if she was recently informed about it. She asked the same questions she had done and I was pissed. What was the point of explaining when she didn't understand and probably will never understand? Then she asked me why I didn't told her befoe. I asked her what for. This way it all end bad. What would have been if I told before? The same but just some years earlier?
And she asked if that was my final choice, and I say yes, because there's no choice to make, it just the way it is, if she can't understand, what can I do? So she said she was in pain, because she had imagined me in a way that I'm never gonna be.
Now I feel a little sad. A year passed by and still they don't seem to understand. What was the point of telling them? I'm tired, I've always listened people talk and talk, now they know but they don't make it any easier. Besides, I don't have any friends who know about this, and I know they won't understand it, so I'd better don't tell them for now. I don't go out every frequently, and I don't meet any guy to seem this from his perspective and this makes me feel so alone. What do you think?
Well, this is my story. A year ago my parents discovered I was gay and they asked me if I was. I had denied it to all of my friends, never had a boyfriend because there was nothing to reveal, but they sensed it though I "look straight". Yes, I like men, but that's not of your business.
Feeling a little trapped and realising it was time for me to speak the truth, I told my parents that "I like guys", there everything went bad.
First, I said "I like guys" because that's what it is. I don't like women, I like men. I don't feel confortable with the term "gay" because I don't know if I fit under it. What I know is that I like men and I want a guy in my life. That's it. Just a regular guy loving another guy, nothing else.
My parents don't have a very good relationship. They have argued several times, and this comes from earlier years even when I wasn't born, so it's a problem with them. This "confession" allowed them to continue that fight, blaming each other for my sexuality. Then they started with the inquisition, and the questions they had weren't the best one..
It was obvious they didn't liked it, that's probably one of the reasons why I never told them anything. I knew they wouldn't like it, so..
They asked me when did I discovered it. I told them I've always felt this way, probably at 8 started to realised it.
Then they asked if somebody had said or done anything to made me this way, impling as if I had been raped or something like that. I didn't like it, guess they didn't know how to react.
Then asked if I had been with a guy and even a girl, and that probably I was confused, that it was just a fase, the typical talk..
Then they asked if I was active or passive. I responded in a sort of rude way because that's not part of their business.
And they kept asking this questions, so everything was out. The next days felt a little wierd but I waited until all was settled down.
Months later they parents argued again, this time me and my sexuality being out of the topics of the discussion, and it end up with my dad deciding to leave the house. I still have a relationship with him, he's just pissed with my mom.
Every now and then they seem to be close again, but it ends in a new discussion. After a year, my mom came and started asking about my sexuality as if she was recently informed about it. She asked the same questions she had done and I was pissed. What was the point of explaining when she didn't understand and probably will never understand? Then she asked me why I didn't told her befoe. I asked her what for. This way it all end bad. What would have been if I told before? The same but just some years earlier?
And she asked if that was my final choice, and I say yes, because there's no choice to make, it just the way it is, if she can't understand, what can I do? So she said she was in pain, because she had imagined me in a way that I'm never gonna be.
Now I feel a little sad. A year passed by and still they don't seem to understand. What was the point of telling them? I'm tired, I've always listened people talk and talk, now they know but they don't make it any easier. Besides, I don't have any friends who know about this, and I know they won't understand it, so I'd better don't tell them for now. I don't go out every frequently, and I don't meet any guy to seem this from his perspective and this makes me feel so alone. What do you think?