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I kept my homosexuality all bottled up for almost 30 years. The hardest part was admitting it to myself...although deep inside I always knew I was gay, I just couldn't bring myself to admit it to myself. I was in deep denial. I told myself I'm not like "them." I don't want to dress like a woman, I'm not effeminate, I'm not interested in little boys....I was brainwashed by all the gay stereotyping propaganda there is. So I drank, and I drank a lot. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was drinking so I didn't have to deal with my feelings.
Anyway, one day I knew I had to do something about my drinking so I checked myself into rehab, never imagining I would come out clean and sober AND gay! Through treatment I learned it was okay to be who I was and after some coaxing I finally was able to admit to myself I was gay. I had never felt freer in my life!
But then came the part of having to tell friends and family, and I imagined the worse. Although I didn't come from a particularly religious family, the words "faggot" and "queer" were used regularly in my family to describe gay people. Same with my friends. I feared if I told them I was gay they would turn their backs on me, but I knew if I was going to remain free and true to myself I had to tell them.
I told my friends first, and to my delight they all accepted me! Most were actually nonchalant about it! All my fears turned out to be unfounded.
I put off telling my family mostly because I was concerned they would be ashamed of me. My mother actually confronted me about it one night! My father was dying and all the family had gathered together to say goodbye. By this time I was in a relationship although nobody in my family knew anything about it.
One day, at the hospital my two brothers were making some rather nasty homophobic remarks. I didn't say anything but I guess it showed that it bothered me, so my mother pulled me aside and just came out and asked if I was gay! I was stunned but I told her yes I was. She gave me a big hug and told me she loved me. She told me the only thing that matters to her is that I am happy and that she loves me and always will. She told me she and my father always suspected it but weren't sure, and she told me that if my father could speak he would have reacted the same way she did...with love.
Then I told the rest of the family, and they were all accepting. They told me it was my life and gay or not, I was still part of the family and it doesn't change anything.
So, and I am sorry about the long story, what I learned was that my fears about how others would react were unfounded, that it was all in my head. I realized that if people really love and care about you, they won't turn away from you just because you are different.
Of course, every family is different, but you may find out like I did that the fear you have about telling them is unfounded. When I've talked to other gay people about their coming out experience, most had the same fears I had and most found out that those fears were unfounded.
My advice would be that you should be true to yourself, and not worry about what others are going to think. I wish I could guarantee that if you tell you family they will be as accepting as mine was, but I can't, but if they really love you chances are good that they will. And if they don't come around right away, give them time.
Well, I hope this helps you some, and again, I apologize about going on and on about it, and good luck in your journey!
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