My parents would not have been accepting of surprises. My parents did not walk in on me dressed in my mother's attire. I strongly suspected they knew. How can a woman explain a broken bra strap on her one and only black bra? Or, how could she not see her lingerie draw was out of place? Once the security chain on the apartment door saved me as it gave me time to take off her dress and stash it in the laundry. My father was trying to break the door down, but, the chain held. Thinking back I'm pretty sure they plotted to "find" me. My lame excuse of using the toilet held up to scrutiny. My parents thought normal teenage masturbation was immoral and would destine me to hell. I guess between masturbation and wearing women's clothing I'm headed to a warm climate in my sundress!
I remember how I escape all the parental crap a parent can shovel. I volunteered for the draft and ended up in the infantry. I was wounded and those disabilities, physical and mental will always plague me. What parents may do will have an effect on their children.
I have always been supportive, spiritually and financially, of my son and daughter. I have made suggestions, but, have let them choose. When they failed I picked them up. In the end those kids are my legacy.
So, if my son or daughter had come to me and disclosed they were gay or lesbian or transgendered or just liked to wear women's clothing, I'd accept them. I'd also counsel them as best I could about navigating the perils society has placed on these wonderful people.
How my parents reacted to sexual minorities had a profound impact on my life that took decades to unravel.
Originally Posted by Lynn Marie
