When my parents found out I had a gf they not only saw the lesbian part they also saw that it was a long distance/over the internet thing. I understand why they would be concerned about it being someone I have never met. But to take it to the point that they took it was insane. Here is part of my crazy insane life if anyone cares to read it okay if not whatever this is mostly to try and help me deal with what happen.
So my parents found out I was gay and that I had a girlfriend. They found a letter that was supposed to be for my girlfriend. My mom opened the letter and read it took it to my dads office and they (I assume) sat there re-reading the letter. I say assume because they where gone forever. Anyway, they got home called me to the table and sat me down I knew something was wrong. In my head I knew that they had found out, because earlier in the day I told my brother that I thought they found the letter. So, I sat down and being the smart ass I am I put up wall of I don’t give a fuck about what you’re about to say. My dad got out a frame with my letter in it. My dad yelled and asked what the fuck I was doing and who the person was and all this shit. I sat there and gave them one worded answers. My mom asked me if I was in love with her (my girlfriend). I said yes. My mom started crying my dad started yelling I was ignoring. Then my dad went into my room took all my journals, CDs, Posters …everything just left my school books. Later on I found out my dad had read all my journals everything of mine. I was the kind of person to write down everything EVERYTHING. Some things I never wanted them to know about me somethings where not even true. So, I started getting treated like shit…My older brother stopped talking to me because he refused to admit to my parents about knowing about my girlfriend and that I was a lesbian. My parents wouldn’t let me use the phone or computer or even watch tv in my own room. My dad tried to put screws into my window to keep me from opening them. I was under house arrest by my own parents. The people who I thought where supposed to love me no matter what. My dad set up a meeting with the school because they thought I was skipping school, only to find that I had amazing grades and had always shown up to class. By this time they thought I had broken up with my girlfriend but I had not. I hid the few pictures of her that I had left in the sofa in my room. Literally IN the sofa I cut open the sofa and hid the pictures in there. While I would go shower my mom would look through my backpack and all my things to make sure I didn’t have anything “gay” related or that I was still talking to my girlfriend. It got so bad that they wouldn’t even let me sleep in my own room they made me sleep in my older brothers room on in inflatable mattress. I couldn’t sleep because I would always hear my mom checking on me. On top of it all I was in a new school so the stress of that alone just mounted everything else. When I was left alone at home they would literally take the keyboard from the computer and put it in the safe. Just so I wouldn’t go on the internet. By this point all I could think of is getting out of there. No person should be treated like an animal. Let out to piss and eat maybe go for a walk then put back into a small cage and even within that cage there where rules. No human contact at all just with the people who have put you into this cage. No space to grow or learn or have a little bit of fun. No room to be a kid. I look back on it now and I say I regret leaving my parents house…but now that I REALLY look back on it…at the time it seemed like nothing else mattered but getting out of there…for me it was life or death stay there and have no clue what to expect in the future with my parents or leave for a slight chance at a life with someone I loved. I left…yes it might have taken me away from my family and friends …but really it’s not much different just a different zip code…I still can’t go out…I have no friends here…I couldn’t see my friends there…at least I felt loved from my girlfriend even if it was short lived she did give me more than I think they would have. I think the time I have spent away from them helped them grow as parents…and I have learned many things living on my own…but now it is time to try and fix things…I just hope it goes better than round 1 did…
