Story #557

When I came out to my conservative Indian parents it was over dinner eating homemade enchilada. Just as I was about to sit at the table I broke out into tears, and when they asked me what was wrong I told them I was gay. My Mum started crying hysterically, and somehow it turned into a huge argument about how it was going to disgrace our ‘family name’. She has since told me she loves me but finds it difficult to accept. We haven’t talked about it or eaten enchilada since.