First, I want it to be known that the reason I’m writing this is because of an ask I saw received by Aaron (abaldwin360 ), from a gay man regarding his and his partner’s struggle on whether or not to have a child.
So, starting the letter now.
My name is Carolyn, and I’m 19 years old. My mom is a lesbian. All my life, she’s had a girlfriend- except for when I was little, and I barely remember that at all.
I like reading and swimming and I have plenty of friends. I go to college, I recently got a minimum wage job, I like cats and video games, and am generally a nice person. I’m what a lot of people would consider to be a normal 19 year old girl.
There’s nothing wrong with me, or with my family. We’re a loving, functional family and my mom raised me to be an accepting, kind person. She taught me to see the good in people, to not judge people based on their background, race, intelligence, religion- or sexual orientation.
Yes, in middle school there was some teasing. Horrible teasing. People called me a dyke, they wouldn’t sit with me at lunch and harassed me relentlessly. Every day was a struggle to get up in the morning, to just pull myself through the day, and everyday I came home not wanting to go back. I didn’t understand why they didn’t like me. And honestly, it used to affect my everyday life on a large scale.
Then high school came around. And everything was different. It didn’t matter to me anymore that she was a lesbian, I just didn’t care and I most certainly was no longer ashamed. It didn’t matter to me if someone didn’t accept me for that, or her for that. I loved her. She was, and is, my mother. I began to stand up for myself- for her. I joined the GSA at my high school, I spread awareness and my ultimate goal? To ensure that any other kid going through the same thing I did when I was younger knew that they weren’t alone, because I knew that feeling alone was the worst thing that could happen in that situation.
It’s scary to know that your child could be chastised for having two same sex parents. It’s scary to bring them into a world, knowing that the world may or may not accept them.
My point is, yes it can be hard for kids with gay parents to get through school. But it is possible. If you’re strong, and loving and show them the right way to treat people, then eventually they’ll have a child, and teach them those same lessons- and someday, the world will be full of people like that.
I guess that’s all I wanted to say. I just wanted you to see the product of a child that has gone through that, a child that has survived it and has come out for the better, learning valuable life lessons that otherwise never would have been taught. And despite what people believe, a normal, healthy and generally happy person.
I can kind of identify, though not to the extent you described, but I got some a good deal of crap in elementary school because my gay uncle that lived with us.
I especially hated that some kids would make remarks like, “Did he ever touch you.” and it would piss me off so fucking bad, he was gay not a pedophile.