Work has been stressing me out more than usualy lately, and basically keeping up a facade there put cracks in ability to act "normal" around my parents, I had started debating coming out to my parents since they were already raising an eyebrow at my increasingly "odd" behaviours...
Early this past week my parents called for a family meeting/conference call on Saturday to hash out issues/perceived issues between family members (chiefly between my mum & eldest sister, but I won't bore you with family politics). So leading up-to it I talked to my sisters about how I was seriously debating telling the parents (I came out to both of them 2ish months ago and they've been super super supportive.) My sisters and I held a mini conference call a few hours before the family meeting to discuss what we thought was going to happen during the family meeting and when I would come out, settling on a plan that if the parents asked I'd come out then, else wise I'd bring it up at the end.
Well half way into the night there was a point were the back & forth with my sisters and my mum hit a lull and my mum asked "Son? Do you have any input..?" (my mum has a weird knack for making questions sound like statements..)
Me: "what sort of input are you looking for?" (my voice started shaking)
Mum: "I dunno, do you want to say anything..."
Mum: "Something sensible..."
Me: "About this (refering to her & my sisters), or anything?" (voice started getting croaky and mum was starting to give me one of those looks that says "what's going on?")
Mum: "About the family, not about space time continuum.. that's not important right now."
Me: "First I need to appologize to you mom.. I've lied to you twice this week.. I lied to you last night, I do have leggings (story for another thread) And i lied to you earlier in the week..." (I started choking up bad and my Lil'sis put her hand on my arm and said "It's ok, you got this."
Mum: "What are you, gay?" (anyone else laugh that this seems to be a very common interjection/ initial assumption?)
Me: "Something you're not gona.. Something you're going to have an even harder time handling.."
Then I laid it out there, that I have GID, that I've been struggling with it for last two decades, and I've been going to therapy for a while.
My dad was confused, but accepting and more or less took to the pronoun preference ok (but slipped a bit, which 33yrs is a bit of a habit builder so I don't fault him).
My mum, shocked me actually. I was expecting a volatile reaction, denial, 4 part harmony full orchestration and all kinds of other phenomenon. But she said all she ever wanted for us kids was to be happy. She then asked a few questions that honestly leave me with the impression she thinks it's just a phase (my Lil'sis got the same impression), and said she'd still call me son since thats how it's always been (so a weee bit of denial, but I plan on not pushing hard about the issue so it has some time to soak in.) So in essence a soft acceptance, but not a full one. I figure there will be some head butting down the road a bit, but I'll deal with that when I get to it.
I figure I'll give them a month or two of gentle reminders before digging my heels in on things if it becomes a rampant disregard.
So I'd say I'm one of the lucky ones that didn't get a hellstorm dropped on them.. For anyone contemplating coming out to their family and are worried about members being violent or condemming, stay cautiously optimistic that they might not. And I'll keep a prayer to the gods that things smoothly for you.