The Lesbian and Gay Foundation (LGF) have recently published their guide for parents and families of lesbian, gay, bisexual or questioning people – “Our Kids are Alright”. While they were putting this guide together, they were looking for people to give their perspectives, either as a gay person, or from the parents of gay people that might want to share their own experiences.
I therefore asked my parents if they would contribute, which they agreed they would. The LGF had to edit what we wrote down to fit into the guide, so I thought that this would be the perfect place to post the full text. Obviously my words are my own, but I’ve also not edited what my parents wrote.
The guide is available to download from the LGF website here.
My story
I first knew that I had gay feelings when I was 14, but I didn’t come out until I was 24. For 10 years I managed to lie to myself and those around me, pretty successfully it seems as most people were quite surprised when I eventually did come out. But then fear can make you achieve a lot.
My family and friends never gave me any impression that they were homophobic but I was absolutely convinced that, if I admitted to myself, my friends and my family that I was gay, I would lose everything. I’d heard homophobic language directed at me and other kids at school, and representations on television weren’t exactly encouraging. There were no out gay kids at school, and I didn’t know any adults who were gay either. Because of Section 28, homosexuality was never even mentioned at school, so as far as I was concerned it was only a handful of people that felt the same way as me. I therefore believed that being gay was something to be completely ashamed of and hidden at all costs.
When I was 19, a friend of a friend from my school came out, and he and his boyfriend turned up at the pub one night. By then, I had managed to convince myself that I was at most bisexual, and that I would eventually meet a girl who would change everything, take all these weird feelings away, and let me lead a completely normal, happy life. I therefore didn’t relate to them in a way that I could have, and blocked out any possibility of taking solace or comfort from knowing someone else like me.
In the winter of 1999, when I was 24, I bumped into the now ex-boyfriend of the friend of a friend from school. I had gone into a gay pub near where I lived and, at first, didn’t recognise him at all. After we’d chatted for a while he said, “You don’t remember me do you?” I nervously admitted that I didn’t, and then he said, “You live in Bracknell don’t you?” As I panicked he told me who he was and, noticing my reaction, he assured me that he wasn’t going to say anything. We carried on talking and I told him that I was bisexual, and that I would meet a girl as I at this point believed. He then asked me the question that made me think: “What if you don’t?”
Over the next few months my head was all over the place as I started to come to terms with being gay. In the January of 2000 I came out to some friends that I’d had from University, who were all very supportive. Following that, I then ended up coming out to my brother and friends from home in the pub. I then met up with my brother the next week to talk things over a bit more. From memory I told him that I might be gay, giving myself the opportunity to run back into the closet if the reaction was bad. He tells me now that he is sorry for the way that he reacted when I first came out to him, but I honestly don’t remember anything bad about it. He asked me questions, and I answered them as honestly as I felt able.
The one thing I do remember is when he asked me what I would do about telling my parents. My first reaction was that I would only tell them if there had been a reason to do so, such as if I met someone. My brother pointed out that, since I had now told friends who knew my parents, it would only take someone bumping into them in the street and letting something slip for them to find out. Knowing that he was right, I realised that I would have to tell them. In fact, I ended up leaving my brother and heading straight over to their house.
The whole process of coming out to my friends at University, and then friends at home and my brother had been just over a week. Although I had received nothing but support from everyone I’d told I was still petrified about telling my parents. I’d heard coming out stories that ended with parents disowning their children and never talking to them again. I also still believed myself that being gay was something to be ashamed of, and the last thing I wanted was for them to be ashamed of me, or disappointed in any way.
When I arrived at my parents’ house I discovered that Dad was late back from work. I told Mum that I was fine when she asked how I was, but she saw right through it and asked me what had happened. My insisting that it was nothing and that we should wait for Dad just made matters worse, so I ended up telling her first. Again, I said that I thought I might be gay, giving myself a back-out plan. She hugged me, told me that it didn’t matter to her so long as I was happy, and that everything would be fine.
Dad then came home shortly afterwards, and could obviously see something was up (possibly by the fact that Mum had switched off EastEnders!) Once more I said that I thought I might be gay, and promptly burst into tears. He stood up and said, “Well anything that means that I don’t have to babysit grandchildren is a bonus for me!” He then gave me a hug and reiterated what my Mum had said; that as long as I was happy it didn’t matter. We chatted some more afterwards, and then I left them to let the news sink in.
It may sound like a cliché but, as I drove home that evening, I really did feel like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Regardless of what happened now, people knew and there was no going back. Even though I’d had a good reaction from everyone, I was still worried that things might change once they’d had a chance to think about it more. But there was nothing I could do about that now.
In the months and years that have followed, the reactions haven’t changed. The people that I cared about most didn’t change their opinion about me, and it got easier and easier to be myself. Once I got into a relationship my family were very welcoming and supportive, and have made him feel like part of the family. I am now more comfortable in my own skin than I have ever been. I don’t have to hide myself away and I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not, and this has made relationships with everyone I know stronger and deeper.
Everyone’s situation is different, and the decision of whether to come out, or how and when to do it must be completely yours. I can only give my take on how it happened to me. I know how scary the prospect can be, and it is easy to think that everyone will react badly. 10 years of lying to myself, my family and my friends left lasting scars, and it took me a while to feel comfortable with myself even after I came out. I have faced a few negative reactions over the years, but in the majority of cases it hasn’t mattered at all. Those people who do have a problem with gay people are, thankfully, now in the minority. It is their problem, not ours.
I have often said that I don’t regret anything in my life, as every event has made me the person that I am proud of today. In reality though there is only one thing I regret; that I didn’t come out earlier.
There’s a reason that they call it being in the closet. When you’re in the closet you’re trapped, it’s dark and it’s scary. Opening those doors is a big step, but it might just be the best and most important step that you’ll ever take in your life.
My Dad’s story
Our Son Andrew is 35. Back in the late 90’s he was starting to make his way in the world. We were immensely proud of him – he was the first family member to go through University and get a degree, he was a kind, sociable and considerate person and (in our view) a credit to the way we had raised him. He appeared to have a number of girl ‘friends’ but nothing regular, just a number of different faces from time to time. One evening I arrived home from work to find my Wife and Son sitting in the lounge. I knew immediately something was up – my Wife simply saying that there was something Andrew wanted to talk to us about.
A typical Father, I suppose, I started to think it was financial difficulties, some form of driving offence, or, maybe one of those ‘girl friends’ was slightly more than just a ‘friend’ and was pregnant (speaking to my Wife after she confirmed similar thoughts). It was clear Andrew was finding it difficult to tell us, whatever ‘it’ was. He was uncomfortable and hesitant (not at all like him!). You can imagine our collective surprise when Andrew finally told us he was gay.
I still don’t think we can really remember what happened next. I don’t think we reacted badly; we didn’t get angry – I think it was just so far from what we thought our Son would be telling us that it took a while to fully sink in. We talked for a few hours and then Andrew left to go back to his flat. My Wife and I indulged in a stiff drink and then talked for a further couple of hours. We were shocked, we were surprised but at NO stage did either of us feel in anyway ashamed, uncomfortable or disgusted. We were both concerned about the life style Andrew had chosen – even now there is a bad reaction from parts of our society toward the gay community.
We talked about the news on and off for a while and then over a short period of time it became less of a ‘talking point’ and more of everyday life. Andrew, at time of telling us, was not in a regular relationship. Eventually he told us he had met someone and effectively had a partner. We eventually met Paul – all slightly nervous I suspect but I hope we made him feel welcome within our family. Andrew and Paul are still together, are very happy and when we meet up it is the most natural of feelings and situations. Our eldest Son is also very comfortable with his brother’s arrangement and life style (has been from day one) and if anything the bond between them is stronger now than at any previous time.
Have we simply accepted our Son’s choice? – definitely not! It is not about acceptance – acceptance suggests that you are coming to terms with something that is wrong or unacceptable. I’d like to think we’ve embraced our Son’s choice, embraced his life style and whilst recognising that the road he is travelling will not be easy that it is HIS road, HIS life and HIS choice.
We said at the start that back in the late 90’s we were immensely proud of our Son and that he was a “kind, sociable and considerate person”. Over ten years later Andrew is still our Son, we are still immensely proud of him, we love him, we support him and feel very, very fortunate that he felt able to come to us and tell us he was gay. Andrew is still the same person he has always been – sexuality doesn’t make a person, it is their individual contribution to life, society and family that defines who they are and the mark they leave.
Presumptive, we know but if we can give a small piece of advice based on our experience. Only in sci-fi films or books do people change before your very eyes. Telling you that their sexual preferences may not be what are considered ‘normal’ does not change the person standing in front of you, someone who has been your Daughter or Son for all those years. Just like with Andrew – he is our Son; we love him as we have always done; if possible we are even more proud of him now and he is leaving lasting footprints as he makes his way through life.
So, he is gay – so what?
Footnote from my Mum
I wholeheartedly agree with my husband’s comments above. Yes, it was a surprise when Andrew told us that he was gay; but never in any way or form did it adversely change our feelings for him. You cannot choose your sexuality any more than you can choose the colour of your eyes and I cannot understand why anyone would feel differently for a Son or Daughter once they “came out.” BOTH of our Sons are extremely important to us and we love both of them completely and unconditionally. Nothing can ever change that.
Andrew and Paul make a super couple. They care deeply about each other and that much is apparent. I wish them all the happiness in the world.