Well, that was shitty. My mom managed to out me to my brother. She fucking asked me when I was going to tell him, causing my brother to nag me about what she was talking about until I told him. Ugh.
Yeah, it went fine, he's fine, it's all good. Still, though. I wanted some fucking control on this one.
I understand the frustration, but mate, what's done is done. Look for the positives, you are building your support network. You could probably also just sit down with Mum and have a nice chat with her and just let her know how her actions made you feel and that you would prefer to tell people when you are ready to tell them. Good luck
Well she didn't mean for him to hear. He overheard. Still, close the goddamn door. As for what's done being done, yeah, it is, but it's still stressful. I thought I was done with this crap for a little while after coming out to my mom. Apparently not.
I didn't have any control of telling my sibilings either because their to snobby. I know how you feel.
I know it's hard to see, but look at it from the positive side. You have one person less to tell now, and the earlier in life you come out, the easier it will become. *hug*
