My coming out story: A bit of a ramble
I haven't posted in a while. Life has been crazy. But today I was reminded of a quote or saying that I heard a long time ago "If you're going through hell, keep going". Life over the last two months has been insane. There have been times that I thought I was going to break. Until I remembered "if you're going through hell, keep going." Everyone's hell is different.
For me, this time around it has been one thing after another. And yes I am getting to my coming out story. Since August 1st I have been in a car accident, had my mother introduce my wife as 'my friend', my wife has not been well, we've been in the hospital 3 times with no real answers, my grades have dropped and the not for profit that I work for and I'm so passionate about just might be folding. Nothing but tears.
So how does all this have anything to do with my 'coming out' story. It actually has a lot. I didn't 'come out' until I was about 43 years old. The reason, I was a coward. As a teenager I was terrified to come out. The late 70's early 80's was not the most pleasant time to come out. I knew without any doubt that my mother (who really is the head of the house) would disown me. I was a coward. I denied myself. I played "straight." At the time it was easier. I married a man who would never demand of me great passion. He was a cold fish. It was safe. I had two boys (for which I am forever grateful). But after 20 years of marriage I could not longer hide who I was. I was dying inside. My self loathing was so great that I was slowly killing myself. When I finally left my husband I weighed about 94 lbs (I stand 5'7'').
I slowly started to come out. I started to explore the real person I am. I had a few flings, a few dates and then found the woman who would become my wife. I fell head over heals in love, for the first time in my life I learned what it meant to 'be in love'. It is a wonderful feeling and in three years has not once weakened, but has grown stronger every day. I asked her to marry me.
And suddenly I was faced with 'coming out'. I had to tell my mother. Now you'd think by the year 2010, with gay married being legal in Canada for years and her living in Vancouver which has a very high population of gays that she might have softened towards them. When I told her I had met someone and that someone was a woman, her words to me where "good grief, you are such a drama queen".
I told her I was getting married. She told me to wait. She and my father were in town for a cousin's wedding and I asked her to stay for two extra days to attend mine. Lots of drama. In the end she stayed. She did not enjoy the wedding one bit and made sure that everyone at my small wedding knew about her disapproval. But it didn't ruin my day.
It was months before she could even say my wife's name. I didn't really care. She lives in a different province so it didn't matter. Until my brother's 50th birthday, when she introduced me as her daughter and my wife as my 'friend'. When I confronted her about that she said "I'm trying. I've sent 'her' a birthday card and check and she is your friend isn't she."
I've asked myself a million times since then if I'm wrong to be angry and hurt. My mother's fear of public embarrassment is greater than her love for her daughter. I'm angry and I'm hurt. And she called me today. I didn't answer. I still don't know what I will say to her. And I doubt very much she will want to hear what I have to say.
So why am I sharing this. In the last two months I have stood alone. I have dealt with many difficulties. My wife is very sick and after 8 weeks we still don't know what exactly is wrong or how to treat it. There is no stress greater than this. And yet I have survived all this. I have been walking through my hell and I keep going. The only reason I have the strength to keep going and not turn to my self harming coping mechanisms is because I am finally true to me.
There is such strength in being true to oneself. There is no hiding. In not hiding your truth shines out and in that truth there is a strength that runs so deep that you can overcome and go through whatever life throws at you.
My mother might not accept me, but I ACCEPT ME!!! I am imperfect, but I am real. I am not hiding, I am not weak. So no matter what I say, be true to you. Do not hide your true self. No matter who you fear losing, you lose more by not being true to you. By the time I came out it was almost too late. My self loathing and self harm almost killed me. Now that I am out, no matter the cost, it is less than the cost of being in the closet.
Yes, it gets better, because you have the strength within you when you are true to yourself.











