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Brunski   Joined in 2005
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Hi guys, I told myself that this year, I would FINALLY come out to my parents. Its still early in the year but the question is, am I brave enough? Am I strong enough? Am I willing to take the risk of complete rejection? Will the stress, fear and uncertainty cause me to have another seizure? Will my parents (or at least my mother, as I rarely see my father) be able to understand & accept it, or will they go down the "your demon possessed" path? Am I a man or a mouse?
Here is a first attempt letter, I would like to be able to speak to them face to face, but that may prove to be too hard, if anything, at least writing this is a "healing" in its own way, even if I don’t post it or give it to them. I will address it to mum first & then worry about dad later. I probably wont post it but at least I have been able to write (type) it.
Dear Mum,
I am writing to you because I love you, Dad and Johnny and I cannot continue to live a lie. I cannot continue lying to myself and all of those I love. As a Christian it is important that I tell the truth even when it hurts. Writing this is the hardest thing I have ever done, I am already in tears and I have only written a few words. My heart is aching and my hands are shaking, I am scared of your reaction and scared of your rejection.
You have always been there for me, it is because of you that I am here today, you were there when I was a baby struggling to survive, you were there when I had my first seizure and you were there when I had my last. You have been so strong, despite all the hardships and trials you have gone through with Dad, your divorce, the abuse and the pain and worry that I have put you through, with my epilepsy. You have always put my needs ahead of yours. And now I am feeling incredibly scared of what confession, will do to you.
You know I love you, you are not only my mother, but in many ways you are my big sister. I have always been able to come to you with my troubles. You have always comforted me after every seizure, each time dad screamed at me or Johnny. Each time you and Dad fought, you would comfort me despite your own pain. When I went through depression and when my medications made me do all those crazy things, you were the strong one. You were the one who prayed and continued to love me and support me, even though you didn’t understand and at times, were angry and scared.
I have had had many problems over the years, much of which can be attributed, in part to this one issue in my life, this one thing that had held me in bondage, because I have been unable to accept it and deal with it. My prayer is that you will not allow your shock, anger, confusion or the devil to stop you reading this letter to the very end.
Mum I cannot live like this anymore. For as long as I can remember, I have battled with this, I have hated myself for it, I have feared it, I have attempted suicide to get rid of it and most of all, I have feared that you and Dad would reject me for it. And even worse, that God would hate and reject me. When I was 16 or 17 I tried to kill myself and again, when I was older and living with Dad. On both occasions I thought that God hated me, I hated myself and I thought that you and dad would never accept me or forgive me if I told you the truth and even now, I’m uncertain that you will. The difference now is that I am an adult.
Have you ever wondered why almost all of my friends are men? Have you ever wondered why I have never had a girlfriend and have only had a few female friends? Have you wondered why Jessica, Anna, Sophia and Stella are just friends and nothing more? The simple reason is because I am gay. There I said it!
I can imagine that you might be now feeling extremely upset, angry and shocked. This isn’t easy for you, I know, and I am sorry that you have to go through this. If you need time to try to understand what I’m saying and deal with it, I completely understand. You are probably blaming the devil or saying, it is impossible, I cannot be a gay.
Perhaps, the next time I see you, you will refuse to open the door or you will tell me that I am demon possessed and have opened the door to the devil or that I have allowed the spirit of homosexuality and perversion to take hold of my heart. Maybe you will tell me that you don’t ever want to see me again. Maybe you will go into your room, pray and pray, commit this to God and believe that He will set me free. Whatever you do or think, just remember that I love you and that I am still the same loving, caring and quiet Brunski that I was before you read this letter. I have attempted on a few times, to tell you and Dad that I am gay, but on each occasion you both have rejected it, said it was not possible and if I am, then you don’t want to see me again. Dad told me that I would be a disgrace to the family if I am gay and he wants nothing to do with me. So for many years, I have never spoken about it again. I know how you feel about homosexuals, I know you dislike them, maybe even hate them! For almost 30 years, I have prayed and prayed, asked God to make me "normal" and to set me free from my sexual desires. I have been prayed for, time and time again. And each time I would come out from the prayer room believing that I had changed, believing that I was "free" only to find that those same thoughts, desires and attractions were still there. I tried to hide those feelings and kept praying; asking God to make me “normal” like my brother Johnny. I saw a psychiatrist and he gave me drugs, told me I was depressed and had a personality disorder. Dr B told me that often, people who have temporal lobe epilepsy experience sexuality disorders. I wanted to believe him and blame my epilepsy, but it didn't change anything. I went to see a Christian counsellor from Hillsong and later from the Baptist community services. I have seen so many counsellors, psychologists and doctors, but nothing made me "normal" nothing changed. I have been through so many exorcisms; I was sent me the Living Waters sexuality program at Hillsong that only made me feel more guilty. I tried to ignore it, tried to forget it, but no matter how hard I tried or how hard I prayed, nothing changed. When I started going to C Community Church, the same problem followed me, I hated myself even more, at times I wanted to kill myself but I couldn't go through it. I spoke to Pastor Robin a long time ago, he prayed for me, suggested I seek counselling and ask for God's guidance and deliverance. I started going to a different program and support group in S Hill, in secret, but only went a few times and although I was able to control my thoughts and at times, ignore them completely. They remained hidden but they were there never the less. We have never spoken about my sexuality again, Robin and I. I guess he just thinks I have dealt with it or that God has "healed" me from it. In recent months I have wanted to talk to him again, but haven't because he is just too busy.
I know that God wants me to be happy and the only way I can truly be happy is by accepting that I am gay and I think I finally have, but I need your acceptance. I know you will tell me that the bible condemns homosexuality, that God hates the sin of homosexuality, God made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve. I know you will tell me that the bible says homosexuals will go to hell. For years, I believed that and for years, I believed that there was no hope for me. But now I know that God loves me, He accepts me and He will never leave me nor forsake me. I know that no matter what my sexuality is, the bible says "Whosoever believes in me will have eternal life". God offers me the free gift of eternal life, He makes no demands on me, He sent His son to die for me and He loves and accepts me as I am. My prayer is that in time, you and Dad will do the same. In time I hope we can sit down calmly and discuss what the Bible really says about homosexuality and I would like to show you a DVD which explains exactly what the Bible says through the eyes of Christian Pastors and a Jewish Rabbi and Jewish Scholars. But that is for a later time, the first step is you coming to terms with what I have shared and hopefully in that process, you will reach the point of accepting and loving your gay son, just as you did before reading this.
Love …
Sorry its LONG …. and pretty heavy stuff. And I probably wont send it anyway … I am a mouse after all 🙁
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