Story #196

When I came out to both parents at age 38 it was because I walked into the kitchen just as my Dad said, “We’ve got one at work – and he’s OK.” I asked, “One what?” “A queer.” “Well, you’ve got a queer son – and I hope that’s OK too!” Mum gave me a kiss and a big hug and told me that they loved me. In her last year of life as I cared for her through infirmity and dementia, I had the pleasure of having to come out several times – and always with the same loving response.