As I said in my former post, my mom was extremely abusive. At fifteen years old, I was at that part in life where you are figuring out more about yourself. I realized finally that I was a lesbian. I had no interest in boys, and I never had. I liked to do all the stuff boys did though. Trucks, mudd, bikes, sports, etc. was what I loved to do. It took me a while, but I realized that as long as I could remember I was more attracted to girls, not boys. When I finally figured it out, it was like a sigh of relief. I always thought that something was wrong with me. I didn't know about gay and lesbian people until around fourteen. When I placed all the pieces of the puzzle together, it all made sense. I had always had crushes on babysitters as a kid, but never thought it was different. For once, I felt normal.
One night my mom was throwing stuff on the counter at me and screaming. I was getting frustrated with it. Finally, I yelled out in anger. I told her, "I would hit you, but I don't hit girls. I LIKE GIRLS!!!!!!" The look on her face was priceless. She just froze. She told me to go to my room in this weirdly calm voice.
After coming out to my mom, I realized that she is EXTREMELY homophobic. She wouldn't let me to talk to girls, go anywhere, anything. She told me that I was sick, that I had a chemical imbalance in the head. She would scream that I needed "help." She made my life absolutely miserable. She started looking into programs that could "make me better." Not long after her search began, she stumbled upon New Beginnings Girls Academy. She was more than happy to send me there where they could "change" me.
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