not exactly rainbow high
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Then again, not exactly rainbow low either.
I finally got round to telling Mom about being bi. I ended up spilling the beans on Tuesday, in the middle of the thirty minutes of walking exercise she's gotten me into since I've been home--the walking's really not bad at all, truth be told. I started out by asking if some time before I go back to uni, could she, Dad and I have a conversation. She guessed where I was headed, as I've alluded to it once or twice before and let's not go into that failed attempt at admission last summer... ahem. For a minute or... several I was afraid we'd end up going round and round the same circles we have before, but after talking a few things out she at least accepted the idea. I agree with her that awareness is an ongoing process, but I am who I am. At least she knows now, and the telling didn't go over as terribly as I was afraid it might. Inside the rainbow, anyone? *cough* forensicators *cough*.
Now I'm trying to figure out how and when to tell Dad. I'd like to get it said before I go back to whitewater in a week, and I've asked Mom to be there when I do the admitting--call it moral support from someone who already knows and is if not thrilled, at least halfway to OK with everything. I *really* hope it doesn't go terribly...
but that's one told, at least.
I finally got round to telling Mom about being bi. I ended up spilling the beans on Tuesday, in the middle of the thirty minutes of walking exercise she's gotten me into since I've been home--the walking's really not bad at all, truth be told. I started out by asking if some time before I go back to uni, could she, Dad and I have a conversation. She guessed where I was headed, as I've alluded to it once or twice before and let's not go into that failed attempt at admission last summer... ahem. For a minute or... several I was afraid we'd end up going round and round the same circles we have before, but after talking a few things out she at least accepted the idea. I agree with her that awareness is an ongoing process, but I am who I am. At least she knows now, and the telling didn't go over as terribly as I was afraid it might. Inside the rainbow, anyone? *cough* forensicators *cough*.
Now I'm trying to figure out how and when to tell Dad. I'd like to get it said before I go back to whitewater in a week, and I've asked Mom to be there when I do the admitting--call it moral support from someone who already knows and is if not thrilled, at least halfway to OK with everything. I *really* hope it doesn't go terribly...
but that's one told, at least.
