Damn.

I saw the title and I thought, "Oh good! A little sunshine in Thorton's life." But then I read it and, yeah...

I'm really sorry to hear about this, buddy. I'm not quite sure what to say other than I think deep down they really do love you. Otherwise, your mom especially wouldn't have freaked so much. I don't think she can understand how somebody she loves so much could be somebody like "that." It probably goes against all of her upbringing, all of her beliefs, all of the brainwashing propaganda she's been fed through the media.

By blaming you, and also making it sound like you have some sort of choice in the matter, she's trying to convince herself that this isn't true. A lot of her comments also make me think that there was definitely initial shock along with what others said were the "shattered dreams" of seeing a daughter in a wedding dress, having a family with Prince Charming, etc. So, I think it's in part a selfishness and worry over her own needs and place in society while simultaneously concerned over your well-being.

This is one of the main reasons I've held off telling my mom about myself. Out of three siblings, I'm the only genetic girl. Despite all of my talk of never getting married or physically having children (since I've been very little; all of the signs have been there), I know she still holds to the dream that I'll one day "change my mind." If she knew more about my reasons, I fear she'd flip much like your own mom.

Oddly enough, I'm writing this post in my own hometown room of pink walls and carpet. There's even still friggin' white lace around the window's perimeter. The quilt has some pinkish flowers on it. I'm 21, and yet no matter what little hints I drop to her, she returns the favor by odd comments of denial and hypothetical situations.

I believe your mom's reaction was very much like this; the strongest form of denial and resistance yet. You flat-out told her this time, so she simply had to push back just as hard for her own comfort and sanity.

I really hope that, with time, she starts to think this over and slowly accept it as just something she can't control; that you're still the same person. Either way, let me know whenever you want to talk, eh?