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hector_rashbaumI didn't go take a nap after my shower, Mom wanted to go to lunch so I went with her. had a omg delicious omelette and maple cream pie.
We talked about a lot. I told her about the anxiety problems and how I plan to go get help for it when I'm back at school, and she was very understanding. The anxiety comes from her side of the family, and she's well aware of how important it is to take care of it as early as possible, so there we go.
And then we talked about my sexuality. She said she had a hard time believing me, the girl who's been admiring men since I was could SEE, was suddenly gay, and I reminded her I'm not totally off men, I just prefer women at the moment. And she made a face and told me she thought it was "ooky". And then she told me she didn't like it, it didn't make her happy, but "it is what it is" and she'll accept it.
Not exactly the "I'm just glad you're happy" and "ooh, those are nice bracelets" and "what a cute cow! I'm happy for you" from Dad, but leaps and bounds ahead of calling me a queer. Baby steps, I guess.
She also asked if I thought the sexuality thing was either a product of or contributor to the anxiety, and I said if anything, the fact that I knew the parents didn't know and wondering how/when/what to tell them contributed.
So I feel much better now. It's time for a nap. Or The L Word. Or The L Word and then a nap. or vice versa. SO MANY OPTIONS.
We talked about a lot. I told her about the anxiety problems and how I plan to go get help for it when I'm back at school, and she was very understanding. The anxiety comes from her side of the family, and she's well aware of how important it is to take care of it as early as possible, so there we go.
And then we talked about my sexuality. She said she had a hard time believing me, the girl who's been admiring men since I was could SEE, was suddenly gay, and I reminded her I'm not totally off men, I just prefer women at the moment. And she made a face and told me she thought it was "ooky". And then she told me she didn't like it, it didn't make her happy, but "it is what it is" and she'll accept it.
Not exactly the "I'm just glad you're happy" and "ooh, those are nice bracelets" and "what a cute cow! I'm happy for you" from Dad, but leaps and bounds ahead of calling me a queer. Baby steps, I guess.
She also asked if I thought the sexuality thing was either a product of or contributor to the anxiety, and I said if anything, the fact that I knew the parents didn't know and wondering how/when/what to tell them contributed.
So I feel much better now. It's time for a nap. Or The L Word. Or The L Word and then a nap. or vice versa. SO MANY OPTIONS.
