On
the day I decided to come out as a gay man to my mom, I asked my friend Mike to
accompany me on the long drive to my parents’ house to what I imagined would be
a turbulent confrontation. I was feeling exceptionally vulnerable at the time,
between dealing with the (sometimes inhuman) demands my job imposed on me, moving
out of the apartment my ex-boyfriend and I shared, finding a place to live, and
coming to terms with the disintegration of my 5-year relationship. I wasn’t
getting enough sleep (partly because I had no time, and partly because I couldn’t
sleep even if I wanted to) so my nerves were pretty much shot. At that point, I
just needed a friendly face.
To
his great credit, Mike simply agreed. "When are we leaving?" he
asked.
***
Think
of a gas burner.
Now,
imagine that each section of that gas burner represents an aspect of your life
that you consider important or essential. In most cases, it will include these
four: work, health, family, and friends.
There’s
a popular idea going around that, for a person to achieve a measure of success
in any of these aspects, he will need to “turn off” some sections in order to
focus on the others. Basically, the idea is that you cannot have everything, and
that, at some point, you will need to sacrifice some of these aspects for the
sake of the others.
In
my case, when I was younger, I made a subconscious decision to turn off the
family section of my burner. Partly, it was because I needed to find out who I
was as a person separate from my identity as the offspring of my parents, but
mostly it was because I’ve always been a misfit in my own family and I felt
that if I showed them who I was, they would have rejected me.
Worse,
they might have tried to change me.
So
I became secretive and distant. It was at this point that I started focusing on
work and developing close friendships with some of the best human beings I’ve
ever met. Though I suffered through the motions of performing familial
obligations, the idea that I might have to interact with any of them and open
myself up on a purely human and personal level actually terrified me.
***
We
arrived at my parents’ house when the sun was close to setting. My mom was
expecting me. I asked Mike to stay in the living room while my mom and I spoke
in the kitchen.
Here’s
the funny thing: the emotional turbulence I was expecting didn’t happen because
I told my mom I was gay. While I was in the middle of my (admittedly
long-winded) confession, my mom started crying, not out of disappointment, but
out of relief. As soon as I was finished, my mom admitted that she had always
known, but that she did not want to confront me until I was ready to tell her
myself. The relief she felt was borne out of the fact that I was now
comfortable enough with her to tell her the truth.
To
be honest, I’m not sure if my mom would have been this open if I came out to
her when I was younger. I think her mindset was also a lot influenced by the
changes our society has undergone towards its acceptance of gay people. But,
still, it was a pleasant reminder that, just because I turned off the family
section of my burner, it didn’t mean my mom turned off hers, at least with
respect to her relationship with me.
And,
while I was sitting there listening to my mom talk and cry at the same, I
realized how difficult it must have been for her to keep up this illusion of not
knowing. I guess she understood, intuitively, that coming out is a personal
choice that she couldn’t force on me.
Which
is true. I think if she forced the issue before I was prepared to deal with it,
I would probably have rejected her overtures, in the same way I was so afraid
she would have rejected me. And, in the same way I was grateful for her
acceptance, I loved that she also understood why I needed to be so secretive
and distant in the first place.
After
the initial drama, and as soon as she got back her composure, my mom asked me
if I was dating anyone. For the first time in my life, I answered her question honestly.
***
It
was a little past nine when my mom and I finished our conversation. Mike was still waiting in the living room, suffering through an interrogation
conducted by my nephew who was wondering why there was a stranger in the house.
On
the drive back home, my friend asked me how I was. I told him I felt tired,
but also that I was okay. Actually, more than okay. Good even. And, as the words were
coming out of my mouth, to my surprise, I realized I truly meant them.
Photo taken here.
Your is a happy story. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. And thanks for reading!
DeleteSuch an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteYou do realize that the majority of your posts revolve around you being gay...right?
ReplyDeleteWell, duh, of course. Because I write them. But this used to be an anonymous blog, so, your point?
DeleteJust stumbled onto your blog. I'm glad you were finally able to talk to your mom. We moms love our kids no matter what they do. We just want them to be happy. Nobody will love you as unconditionally as your mom. Except for your dog. Your dog will love you unconditionally too. The dog will probably think you're way more wonderful than your mom will too. That's why I think it's always good to have a dog.
ReplyDeleteJust stumbled onto your blog. I'm glad you were finally able to talk to your mom. We moms love our kids no matter what they do. We just want them to be happy. Nobody will love you as unconditionally as your mom. Except for your dog. Your dog will love you unconditionally too. The dog will probably think you're way more wonderful than your mom will too. That's why I think it's always good to have a dog.
ReplyDeleteAwh :)) This made me happy.. I am still sort of still in your old situation though where I have an anonymous blog and all. I really just hope in the coming months or years I would be able to gather enough courage to just come out and live a free life.
ReplyDeleteWhat about your Dad?
ReplyDeleteThat was a great blog. It was really inspiring it makes me realize something about my family.
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