Minoru wrote:I know I don't post here much so I probably shouldn't be dumping a load of personal stuff, but I just need a place to vent right now.
Life is utterly, utterly shitty at the moment. I finally came out to my mum about two weeks ago. She didn't take it well. I'm not going to get thrown out or anything, but she couldn't have made it much clearer I do not have support in this.
She said basically every hurtful and ignorant thing you can imagine and cooked up some crazy scenario where I'd been converted by gays on the Internet, like we engage in some sort of extremist radicalisation process.
We talked through some of it for about 2 days that basically amounted to her saying something hurtful, me trying to explain how much it hurt, her not listening, me crying and then her crying.
Now she has said she accepts it, but I'm not allowed to talk about it at all. She says she is not ashamed and I shouldn't be either, but I shouldn't tell people, I shouldn't go to or show any Pride, I shouldn't mix with gay people and I 'shouldn't let this define me'.
I don't socialise much (at all...) and she's pushing me about my anxiety and being unemployed now, and fair enough, I'm 26 and I've never had a job, that's all kinds of pathetic and she should put some pressure on. I know why she's doing it now though, she's hoping I'll get a job, mix with people, meet some nice young guy and the whole gay thing will disappear if she doesn't indulge it. And I just have to go with it, because it's true I need to work on my anxiety and I need to get a job and I need to socialise, there's just this underlying poison in the whole effort now.
And I know she loves me and I know she doesn't mean to hurt me and she really doesn't understand at all how much or why it hurts, but christ it does. She prayed on my worst fears and doubts about being wrong, about not being accepted, about never finding a girlfriend, never having a family, and I'm just stuck with all these horrible thoughts given voice and I have literally no one but Internet people to turn to for support. I have never felt more hurt and alone and hopeless and ashamed and I can't express any of this to her because I have to put on the everything-is-fine act or face another argument I really can't handle.
I really wish I hadn't said anything.I wish I'd just had a heart to heart about my anxiety and depression and stayed in the damn closet.
She may just need a bit of time. If she's made up a load of crazy scenarios she's probably had crazy scenarios in her head about having grandchildren, you getting married to a guy etc.
Thing is, you can still get married, still have a family, just not with a guy. You'll find the right girl for you one day, you're a lovely person (and from what I saw of that hama bead LoZ window you posted on SONM, very talented!), give it time and you'll get there.
Anxiety and depression suck balls. I have anxiety and it is a pain, but you can work through it, maybe speak to your doctor about ways you can deal with it, and if you don't want medication tell them that, there's other ways to deal and manage it. Same goes with depression.
You always have us for support. We may just be "the internet people" but we're here if you need us.