More power to those struggling with informing loved ones of decisions they don’t want to hear, more power to those who’ve done it–and found more love than expected or more pain, more power to all those who believe who you love is your own business.
I’m in the “supporter” category.
I’ve never had a “coming out” conversation in the sense of revealing something about my sexuality. But I called my parents on the mission field and told them that I’m an atheist. That conversation with my parents was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Seven years later, it’s still the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My mom cried. My dad cried. They asked what they’d done wrong. They came back to the states. I was prayed over. They sought counsel from church leaders. It was absolutely awful. My mom still cries if I allude to anything that even touches on my philosphical stance. It sucks. I love my mom.
But you know what? It’s better than pretending to be someone I’m not.
So Happy National Coming Out Day–love you you love, be who you are!
I don’t for mean this to be a comparison–religious identity and sexual identity are very different things. But if I can relate to LGBTQ identity struggles through something I’ve experienced, then I can make it personal. I can understand the challenges facing other people. It’s not a perfect system, but it’s better than keeping National Coming Out Day–or any event or movement that doesn’t directly and obviously affect me–at arm’s length, as something about somebody else.