Story #2683

When I came out to my mother, the conversation went on over a multiple years. The first time I came out, she had hugged me all very suddenly and asked if I was gay. I whispered that I was bi. She didn’t understand what that was and I explained it. We didn’t talk about until the next time. I asked her after a meal if she remembered what we talked about. She replied yes. The conversation went on for a couple more minutes. I made a joke as the conversation was ending: “At least you’re not telling me it’s a phase.” She went on to talk about how she does think it’s a phase, making comments about how since she went to a girls only school, it is normal to feel crushes on the older girls because you look up to them but that it would go away after a while. I didn’t want to unpack that. I simply asked if the grandparents would ever accept me. I was given a resounding no. (F/Bi)