The Worst 36 Hours of My Life: Coming Out To My Family

Please read this. It's worthwhile-I promise

Well, I'm sure many of you saw my post in Chit-Chat earlier today saying how I had been Grounded because I had gotten caught drinking and had to sneak on the computer...here's the story...

2:00 Saturday: My parents call me downstairs and tell me "Life as you know it is about to change." My parents then produce pictures of me taking shots and smoking hooka that some bitch (I WILL find out who it was) sent them off Facebook. My mother screams and screams and screams and gives me these initial restrictions:
-I'm grounded indefinately...aka for a LONG time
-I can only have my car to go to school
-I have to start seeing a counsler
-She took my internet cord (she tried to take my cell phone but I refused to give it up)
-If I don't make the school musical then I have to get a job
-I am not allowed to leave campus for lunch on school days (aka I have to sit in the cafeteria by myself with the Freshmen and Sophomores)
-If things don't change she will not help me pay for college in the Fall.

All this over pictures of drinking on only TWO different occasions that she has pictures of(hooka is legal. I'm 17) We scream and I cry and we scream for the next 5 hours...I can't take it anymore. I have to get out of my house. She is making me feel worthless and like a piece of shit all the time. This is literally hell. So I decide, its time to tell my ridiculously conservative parents that I'm gay. That way, hopefully they will either accept it and it will make things better or they will ask me to move out and I can live with friends for the next 7 months (I was hoping for the latter...it was that bad). They don't embrace it, but they accept it. They said they had seen it coming for a long time. My mother is civil for about an hour, then starts yelling again, even worse then before. It's so bad that I start crying uncontrobally and run upstairs to call my sister (I have two older ones). I come out to her between tears and she is totally fine with it and I tell her everything that happened and how mom is making me feel completly worthless and how this is the hardest time in my life and how I just want to move the fuck out (i actually started packing a bag). My sister convinced me to calm down. I hung up the phone, left my other sister a message coming out (lame, but I really didn't care at this point) and cryed myself to sleep.

Sunday I was forced to go to church for the first time in a long time. My mother starts screaming at me in the car after church about how I've broken every rule she's ever laied out for me (completly dramatic. This is the first time I've gotten in big trouble). I call my sisters again crying and saying how I just want to leave and I hate it. I cry on the phone for like an hour. Throughout the afternoon both of my sisters call my mother, she screams at them too but I think it calms her down a little. That night, she goes back to that god forsaken church of hers. She talked to the youth pastor thats shes close to trying to "make sense of this" (she blows things way out of proportion) and she FINALLY seems to understand that I'm at an age where I have to start being accountable for my own actions almost entirely and she can't cut me off from everything.

So...I'm only grounded for two more weeks with my car only for school but I do have to start seeing a counseler...and I'm out to my family plus 8 people.

But I still feel like shit. I want it to be august and me to be the fuck out of this house.

 

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