Love, Life & Acceptance

Rather thought-provokingly, just days after finishing Jodi Picoult’s ‘Sing you home’ {a novel about the challenges a same-sex couple face with regards to marriage and starting a family}, I heard news that a friends young teenage son has just come out.

It got me thinking about how I would feel if Miss E turned out to be gay.

To have your child come to you and profess their sexuality must be one of the most dumbfounding experiences. I mean heterosexual teens don’t have to proclaim to their friends and family that they find the opposite sex attractive, it is just a given, confirmed by the girlfriends/boyfriends they bring home. How do you ensure you don’t say the wrong thing just at the precise moment they feel probably the most vulnerable and exposed they’ve ever felt. I hate to think that if Miss E discovers her preference is girls, that there will be this huge pressure on her to decide when the right time is to make it known, to worry about how the news will be received, not just from us as parents but extended family, friends, neighbours, colleagues.

If only we lived in a world where there was no question asked, our growing children could just be happy in the knowledge that one day they would meet a person they knew they wanted to share their life with and no one really cared what reproductive organs they possessed as long as they were happy.

An idealistic and pretty naive view I admit, but hey, one day it may be reality.

I am thankful that in 2013 we are so much more accepting of people’s sexuality than years gone by. I was so pleased to hear that this particular boy’s experience of coming out to friends at school was received really well and has not been made a target for bullying because of it… which I have to admit, would have sadly been very different when I was at school. Even the slightly effeminate boys would be targeted by the ‘cool’ kids with jibes of ‘gay’ this ‘poof’ that.

Personally, my child could find the pinky purple bleeper people from the moon attractive and I really couldn’t care less, as long as they treated her with love and respect and she was happy.

I suppose the best we can do is talk to our children about different types of families and ensure that they know that there is no right or wrong… only right or wrong for you.

Whatever our destiny is, as long as we realise it with love and respect for one another, perhaps we can help turn this ugly world into a slightly more accepting one.

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