pirateninja
29th Aug 2008, 08:41 PM
Ok here goes... god only knows how long this is going to take me to type up; I'm probably going to try and erase it all when I'm done. I detest asking for help; I'd much prefer to try and work out my problems on my own rather than burden others with them, but I've done that in the past far too much, and it only led to more trouble. And as little or big this may seem to anybody else, I am completely drained and in need to get some things off my chest before they drive me insane. So here goes...
As some of you may know, an article about my LGBT youth group (complete with a picture of me) featured in a West Midlands diversity magazine. My mom gave permission for me to be in it, I was happy to be in it, everyone was happy. Then my aunt found it, e-mailed it to my mother (without even knowing if I'd come out to my mom yet) and generally stirring up a lot of trouble around the family so even my uncle has told her to back off. And even now he is still the only voice of support from extended family. Absolutely no word from anybody else.
Naturally, my mom was furious that my aunt was stirring up trouble, and attempted to hide a few choice phone calls to and from said Aunt. I still overheard them, and even right now regret ever doing the damn article. It's caused only a bag of trouble for Mom, which has upset her over the holiday, and has in turn upset both Martin (her boyfriend) and me; I feel responsible. If I hadn't done it, then we could have just carried on as normal. And believe me, I know it's pointless to think "if only...", but it's damn hard. Like I said, I can't help but feel responsible. And as much as mom says to me "you shouldn't regret being open about yourself and your aunt's bigoted reaction," it pains me to say it, but I just can't forgive myself for doing this. And not just this article. I said it above, I hate sharing problems, as I hate to burden people. It's a shame really; everytime I come out I feel like it's a problem, like another burden. And I hate myself for doing this, but I can't help but look toward ex-gay websites and wonder if there is some truth in them, or if I'm just kidding myself, and putting my family through it for nothing. As much as I know that I am lesbian; years of me trying to "convert myself" into being straight and failing must count for something; I can't help but feel responsible. I know what I feel, and I know that my aunt's in the wrong, but it still all could have been avoided if only...
Ah well, at least with bigoted aunt I don't see her. With bigoted sister, there is no escape. She's ashamed of me, makes excuses about me for my friends, cuts into the conversation if a gay topic comes up, everything. The only times that there have been oppurtunities for her to make a homophobic comment and she hasn't is if a parent is in the room; she's learned that they won't stand for it. Still, even if she does and I say to mom or dad "Look, I want her to stop. Tell her not to be homophobic" (as she doesn't listen to a word I say), they make excuses, the favourite being "she's 13, her hormones are going wild, leave her alone", leaving innocent sister to provoke me as much as she likes, but one smidgen of retaliation from me and it's a punishment. I feel like I'm 5 years old when I'm forced to go to my room or give up computer priviledges while she gets to sit on her arse and smile sweetly to get what she wants. She deliberately goads me, always critisising everything I do, sometimes even getting violent with me. I'll admit I'm not much better; in the past I've whipped her with cables, punched her or twisted her arms. I'm not proud of how nasty I can get, but the truth is, she's the only person who can get me mad enough to do those things. I'm not violent to anybody else, and sometimes when she deliberately angers me and then ignores me, sometimes I feel that I have to resort to those things to get her to listen. And then there's the difference; when we fight, I shut myself in my room and listen to music after we've battled it out. She goes straight to the parents ASAP. Always gets her sob story in first. Then who gets the blame?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I hate getting people involved with my problems. Sister, on the other hand, loves sympathy. As much as I should learn to get in and tell my parents the extent of my sister's cruelty before she does, I don't. And I get punished for it. And then I blame myself for being an idiot and once again succumbing to her jibes. Many of them homophobic, or towards my gay friends, or her incessant claims that I'm a waste of space who can't find a job.
Which is yet another thing preying on my mind, so forgive me for writing a complete essay; either everyone else I know has a job, or has parents so rich that everything's presented to them on a silver plate (and they still find things to complain about, which infuriates me), so I'm always posting a hundred and one CV's in letter boxes and getting one e-mail to say "sorry, but we don't have a place for you". I'd do anything for just a bit of work, I hate having to go ask my parents for money like I'm some kid. Not to mention university, I need to start saving for that. And no matter how many times I e-mail and post, still nothing. Sometimes I feel like my sister is right.
So there we are, I'm actually attempting to "share a few problems". It's a start at least. It's funny really, just the other day I was saying how I was never really happy until I came out (about 3 and a half years now), but sometimes I'm really not. Luckily, I'm learning; last time I got this fed up I just kept bottling it up and spiralled into such a state of self loathing that I deliberately burned myself on the arm twice with a lit cigarette. I try to tell myself that this stuff isn't my fault but people don't make it any easier. To me, it's far easier to just blame myself and keep things to myself. But I'll try not to anymore.
So here it is, a plea for some kind of advice on what to do now. Part of me feels better already just writing it down.
As some of you may know, an article about my LGBT youth group (complete with a picture of me) featured in a West Midlands diversity magazine. My mom gave permission for me to be in it, I was happy to be in it, everyone was happy. Then my aunt found it, e-mailed it to my mother (without even knowing if I'd come out to my mom yet) and generally stirring up a lot of trouble around the family so even my uncle has told her to back off. And even now he is still the only voice of support from extended family. Absolutely no word from anybody else.
Naturally, my mom was furious that my aunt was stirring up trouble, and attempted to hide a few choice phone calls to and from said Aunt. I still overheard them, and even right now regret ever doing the damn article. It's caused only a bag of trouble for Mom, which has upset her over the holiday, and has in turn upset both Martin (her boyfriend) and me; I feel responsible. If I hadn't done it, then we could have just carried on as normal. And believe me, I know it's pointless to think "if only...", but it's damn hard. Like I said, I can't help but feel responsible. And as much as mom says to me "you shouldn't regret being open about yourself and your aunt's bigoted reaction," it pains me to say it, but I just can't forgive myself for doing this. And not just this article. I said it above, I hate sharing problems, as I hate to burden people. It's a shame really; everytime I come out I feel like it's a problem, like another burden. And I hate myself for doing this, but I can't help but look toward ex-gay websites and wonder if there is some truth in them, or if I'm just kidding myself, and putting my family through it for nothing. As much as I know that I am lesbian; years of me trying to "convert myself" into being straight and failing must count for something; I can't help but feel responsible. I know what I feel, and I know that my aunt's in the wrong, but it still all could have been avoided if only...
Ah well, at least with bigoted aunt I don't see her. With bigoted sister, there is no escape. She's ashamed of me, makes excuses about me for my friends, cuts into the conversation if a gay topic comes up, everything. The only times that there have been oppurtunities for her to make a homophobic comment and she hasn't is if a parent is in the room; she's learned that they won't stand for it. Still, even if she does and I say to mom or dad "Look, I want her to stop. Tell her not to be homophobic" (as she doesn't listen to a word I say), they make excuses, the favourite being "she's 13, her hormones are going wild, leave her alone", leaving innocent sister to provoke me as much as she likes, but one smidgen of retaliation from me and it's a punishment. I feel like I'm 5 years old when I'm forced to go to my room or give up computer priviledges while she gets to sit on her arse and smile sweetly to get what she wants. She deliberately goads me, always critisising everything I do, sometimes even getting violent with me. I'll admit I'm not much better; in the past I've whipped her with cables, punched her or twisted her arms. I'm not proud of how nasty I can get, but the truth is, she's the only person who can get me mad enough to do those things. I'm not violent to anybody else, and sometimes when she deliberately angers me and then ignores me, sometimes I feel that I have to resort to those things to get her to listen. And then there's the difference; when we fight, I shut myself in my room and listen to music after we've battled it out. She goes straight to the parents ASAP. Always gets her sob story in first. Then who gets the blame?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I hate getting people involved with my problems. Sister, on the other hand, loves sympathy. As much as I should learn to get in and tell my parents the extent of my sister's cruelty before she does, I don't. And I get punished for it. And then I blame myself for being an idiot and once again succumbing to her jibes. Many of them homophobic, or towards my gay friends, or her incessant claims that I'm a waste of space who can't find a job.
Which is yet another thing preying on my mind, so forgive me for writing a complete essay; either everyone else I know has a job, or has parents so rich that everything's presented to them on a silver plate (and they still find things to complain about, which infuriates me), so I'm always posting a hundred and one CV's in letter boxes and getting one e-mail to say "sorry, but we don't have a place for you". I'd do anything for just a bit of work, I hate having to go ask my parents for money like I'm some kid. Not to mention university, I need to start saving for that. And no matter how many times I e-mail and post, still nothing. Sometimes I feel like my sister is right.
So there we are, I'm actually attempting to "share a few problems". It's a start at least. It's funny really, just the other day I was saying how I was never really happy until I came out (about 3 and a half years now), but sometimes I'm really not. Luckily, I'm learning; last time I got this fed up I just kept bottling it up and spiralled into such a state of self loathing that I deliberately burned myself on the arm twice with a lit cigarette. I try to tell myself that this stuff isn't my fault but people don't make it any easier. To me, it's far easier to just blame myself and keep things to myself. But I'll try not to anymore.
So here it is, a plea for some kind of advice on what to do now. Part of me feels better already just writing it down.