There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Coming Out Isn't Just for Gays and Lesbians
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There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
There are no other gay people at my assisted living home that I know of, but I overheard, "We came out yesterday..."
It then came to my attention that a couple whose son is gay had come out to another resident whose adult child is gay. In fact I have known of other gay adult children whose parents/parent reside here, but only by word of mouth and observation.
Hetero parents are in the closet across most of the U.S., especially those from a certain generation. Nowadays they have PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays). My mother never had that and probably wouldn't have attended a meeting if she could have.
While my mother accepted me for who I was, there was no denying that I was an embarrassment to her. We never spoke of the elephant in the room. She met and loved my partner, sent us anniversary cards, but NEVER spoke about me to others. I lived in Seattle, that was it. Did it hurt that I embarrassed her? You bet. But, my mother was easily embarrassed, so not a big surprise. If she were 40 today, I think she would be out there voting for gay marriages, maybe she would mention me to some, but not all---even being a Democrat in Indiana was not something she boasted about...but not because it embarrassed her.
I never gave "coming out" for our friends, family, parents much thought---but I can see how difficult it must be. I wonder if on National Coming Out Day, they too decide whether or not to brave it. That seems so sad to me. Why must others make our lives so hard? We all just want to be loved by those we love. Gay people are so horrible that just KNOWING and NOT HATING one is show great disdain by society. I'm sure some of my blog readers don't mention to certain people that they like or read my blog. I suppose to some I will always be an embarrassment.
Please, if you have a gay child or friend and you can't talk about them---get in touch with PFLAG in your area. Even if you show your the gay person in your life that you accept them, they will know if you are embarrassed by or ashamed of the relationship...and it hurts.
Come out!
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