My creepin' started early circa "fuck-I-don't-remember"
This is kind of a difficult question. I "came out of the closet" a few months after I started my extensive search into 'what Goth was', and made the decision that it was for me. I started by mentioning new school clothes to my mom, I was going into 6th grade(so I was 11), and tried interjecting certain items. Tripp pants for example (thankfully, I didn't ever wear these pants. But at the time, I wanted them.), hip chains, band shirts etc. Once I finally came out with it, I believe somehow Manson was involved in the conversation, I told my mom that this was what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be. She didn't take it well at all. She looked at me disappointedly, and said that she hoped one day i'd find a guy who would break me from whatever depressed bondage I had put myself under. Ouch much? Nothing like feeling parental rejection! She then promptly went into her room without saying anything for the rest of the day.
I then came out to my dad not too long after (my parents are separated), and he took it better. Which I knew he would, my dad is an old school rocker. But it took him a little while to stop with all the "You look like you're going to a funeral", "Why don't you ever wear anything that isn't black?" comments. It is interesting to me that when people say this, often times they don't mean it to sound negative or demeaning. But, depending on the circumstances, it can. It was hard listening to your parents talking about how they didn't really approve of your lifestyle, and then having an aunt that stepped over a line and told my parents I obviously needed therapy because I was crying out for help. It doesn't really make you want to be around them or talk to them if they can't accept you.
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