My parents have come home from their vacation. So it's time to send the letter to tell them I'm gay. It's basically the same as the one I sent my brother and sister-in-law except I added a line to emphasize how being gay is not unhealth or an addiction. (I added that because of this conversation).
I feel like I am intentionally walking into something where I hear a lot of shoulds. I shouldn't tell them. I should protect them and their ideas of who I am. I shouldn't upset them.... And yet I am going to do it anyway.
This morning I read this in my required class reading:
"A major task of individuation, of reclaiming the 'real self,' is articulating, recognizing, confronting, and shedding the shoulds that govern behavior.... Escape from the prison of our personal shoulds is impossible until those shoulds are recognized and named and confronted..." (shoulds like don't tell, don't feel, don't talk about it...)And so here I go choosing to tell. Hopefully diving into the large ocean wave that's barreling towards me instead of freezing up and letting it knock me over and drag me along the bottom of the ocean. (which is my favorite analogy for doing things I fear).
Hope lies in naming and confronting roles. The self can be refound and refounded on the more healthy ground of "I choose," I need," "I want," "I feel." - Sister Marilyn T Wussler
I think I need to call them to let them know a letter is coming so they aren't in shock too much when they get it. I will send it tomorrow, it may get there by Weds or thurs. I have counseling this week and support group next Monday. That's good. I am working out, praying, trying to spend moments staying still etc.
O and Saturday I ran four miles without stopping. This is a new personal record for me since I am not necessarily a runner. I am quite proud of myself.