I never told my parents about me I don't know how they would have handled it, they weren't against gays, but they were very old-fashioned, they're both gone now,I only wish I had the guts to tell them , you're very strong,I really admire you so much, maybe if they met people their own age who are gay it might help them to deal with it better good luck to you,I hope this all works out for you
One of my biggest regrets is that I never talked to my mom about me being gay. My parents were pretty cool, they were more on the liberal side and very understanding people, but when I was 19, I was just starting to come to terms with me being gay. That was the same time we found out my mother had cancer. So for the next 3 years, I hid everything from my parents. I didn't want to do anything to cause problems. Unfortunately she never got better and she passed away when I was 22 years old.
About a year before my mother had passed away, a coworker outed me to my sister. My sister seemed to take it really well. But then the next night she called me up crying wanting to know why I would be gay and what caused it and she told me to never tell anybody in the family.
About a year after my mom had passed, my father had started dating a new woman who had worked with my mom for many years. When I would talk to my father, he started asking a lot of questions that made me think he knew I was gay. So for his birthday that year, I wrote him a very long letter, told him about how I had known I was gay for a long time, I had come to terms with it while my mom was sick and that I had started seeing a new guy (my first serious boyfriend) and I was very happy in my life. He called me up and thanked me for the letter and he wanted me to know that he was happy that I was happy. From that point, my boyfriend was included in all family events.
About 8 years after my mom had passed away, my father took his life.
I eventually came out to everybody in my family. Most of them are super religious and that has caused a few problems. I have an aunt that is very religious and she has lived with her very butch, female roommate for about 40 years. They live together. They vacation together. They own 2 houses together. They do everything together. In the early 2000's, my grandparents were wanting a family picture. At the time, I had been with my boyfriend for 4 years and wanted him in the picture. As far as I knew, nobody had a problem with him. But my aunt pulled me aside and told me that the picture was for family members only. I told her that he was my family, and she replied that her "roommate" wasn't going to be in the picture. Her roommate never wants to be in any pictures, family or non-family pictures. Her roommate always appoints herself to the be photographer so she won't have to be in any pictures. She just doesn't like her picture to be taken. My aunt then said that my grandparents didn't want him in the picture, so I asked them right in front of her, and they both replied they would love for him to be in the picture. She was pissed off, but I was happy he got to be with me in the family picture. Later that year, he had a major heart attack and died. I will always cherish that picture (and the others). I am so glad I stood up to my aunt to include him in the picture.
