Post by gems on Jul 3, 2002 16:08:11 GMT -5
Moving on and moving up…
As the rain splashes down on the windscreen in a slightly hypnotic fashion, I start drifting into the memories of the past few days. I’ve been driving for five hours now and I’m feeling very tired and just want to get back home to normality. I smile to myself as I think of the last few hours I spent with my Mother… I should be deeply offended by her reaction really, especially as she purports to be so trucking right on, but I can see the funny side.
I came out to my parents 6 months ago and they knew I had a girlfriend in Manchester but never asked about her? (The ostrich approach to coming to terms with such a tragedy in the family is quite common I believe). I’m a reasonable woman and thought that they would find it hard and so I didn’t push the issue. I didn’t even bother to tell them that I had split up from Daisy. Well, this morning, my sexuality raised its ugly head.
Mum, Dad and I were sitting round the dinning table drinking coffee after breakfast. My Dad asked me whether I would be moving in with ‘my friend’ as I was currently in the process of moving.
I didn’t know who the truck he was talking about as I have lots of friends and said ‘what friend’
‘The one you go out with’ he said
’Oh so you mean my girlfriend, well not that you bother asking but we split up a while ago’ I said huffily.
At which point my mother pipes up and says ‘well Louise of course we don’t ask, it’s your business’
‘Well you would if it was a guy’
She looked at me with a rather perplexed expression and replied ‘Yes we would Louise, that’s different. Don’t you think you’ve got enough problems deal with without being ‘this’ as well, are you trying to make yourself deliberately more different than you already are love??’
I thought ‘different from whom… from those who are either straight or non-disabled or both I presume?’ Well, there’s not much I can say about that accusation really, maybe I’m just being me for once!
‘Mother, I hadn’t forgotten that I am a disabled person, this fact had not actually escaped my mind’. But she wasn’t listening.
After a short silence she started whittering on about how she was getting “Lesbian” pornography sent to her e-mail address and felt sure I was connected in some way. She kept saying ‘well its a bit of a coincidence isn’t it, isn’t it Louise that when all this came out we start getting lesbian pornography’. By ‘all this’ I presumed she meant me!
I was little annoyed at this because my sister told me that my parents had been getting a whole range of pornography sent to them. Why she thinks it has anything to do with me I don’t know. I mean I could understand it if she had found a secret stash of strap on’s in my bag or something like that.
I stared at her and said in a sarcastic tone ‘Actually I was bored one day Mother and thought, mmm, I know I’ll send my you some lesbian porn down the Internet, because you’re so comfortable with my sexuality you'll just love that' (NOT!!).
‘Mum, why would I do that, why?, why? why?’
At which point my anger turns to amusement as I begin to see the absurdity of the situation. I started laughing and left the Kitchen muttering that it is far more likely to be one of my Sisters teenage friends. I seriously doubt it's real lesbian erotica anyway!!!!
Actually maybe I should see it as a kinda compliment at least she doesn’t perceived me to be a-sexual eh?
As the rain splashes down on the windscreen in a slightly hypnotic fashion, I start drifting into the memories of the past few days. I’ve been driving for five hours now and I’m feeling very tired and just want to get back home to normality. I smile to myself as I think of the last few hours I spent with my Mother… I should be deeply offended by her reaction really, especially as she purports to be so trucking right on, but I can see the funny side.
I came out to my parents 6 months ago and they knew I had a girlfriend in Manchester but never asked about her? (The ostrich approach to coming to terms with such a tragedy in the family is quite common I believe). I’m a reasonable woman and thought that they would find it hard and so I didn’t push the issue. I didn’t even bother to tell them that I had split up from Daisy. Well, this morning, my sexuality raised its ugly head.
Mum, Dad and I were sitting round the dinning table drinking coffee after breakfast. My Dad asked me whether I would be moving in with ‘my friend’ as I was currently in the process of moving.
I didn’t know who the truck he was talking about as I have lots of friends and said ‘what friend’
‘The one you go out with’ he said
’Oh so you mean my girlfriend, well not that you bother asking but we split up a while ago’ I said huffily.
At which point my mother pipes up and says ‘well Louise of course we don’t ask, it’s your business’
‘Well you would if it was a guy’
She looked at me with a rather perplexed expression and replied ‘Yes we would Louise, that’s different. Don’t you think you’ve got enough problems deal with without being ‘this’ as well, are you trying to make yourself deliberately more different than you already are love??’
I thought ‘different from whom… from those who are either straight or non-disabled or both I presume?’ Well, there’s not much I can say about that accusation really, maybe I’m just being me for once!
‘Mother, I hadn’t forgotten that I am a disabled person, this fact had not actually escaped my mind’. But she wasn’t listening.
After a short silence she started whittering on about how she was getting “Lesbian” pornography sent to her e-mail address and felt sure I was connected in some way. She kept saying ‘well its a bit of a coincidence isn’t it, isn’t it Louise that when all this came out we start getting lesbian pornography’. By ‘all this’ I presumed she meant me!
I was little annoyed at this because my sister told me that my parents had been getting a whole range of pornography sent to them. Why she thinks it has anything to do with me I don’t know. I mean I could understand it if she had found a secret stash of strap on’s in my bag or something like that.
I stared at her and said in a sarcastic tone ‘Actually I was bored one day Mother and thought, mmm, I know I’ll send my you some lesbian porn down the Internet, because you’re so comfortable with my sexuality you'll just love that' (NOT!!).
‘Mum, why would I do that, why?, why? why?’
At which point my anger turns to amusement as I begin to see the absurdity of the situation. I started laughing and left the Kitchen muttering that it is far more likely to be one of my Sisters teenage friends. I seriously doubt it's real lesbian erotica anyway!!!!
Actually maybe I should see it as a kinda compliment at least she doesn’t perceived me to be a-sexual eh?
