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16 years ago
So, I had a great time at Pax, but it has been quickly pushed aside to what I came home to.
My parents searched my computer while I was gone. They found inappropriate material, chat logs, things they didn't understand, things that I almost did. They did research on what furry was, and they're frankly horrified of it. So they say I can't go to Rainfurrest because of that. My mom was telling me that I was expressing myself to strangers sexually because I'm confused/unsatisfied/lonely/stressed. My dad tells me that I'm going to die young, of aids, and live a disgusting lifestyle because I'm gay.
My mom's advice was to get a boyfriend that treats me well, which I can't say I wouldn't like. I live in a small, conservative town, and I'm far away from anyone that I'm even possibly interested in romantically. I'm pretty sure the plan is for me to go to college in Seattle, mostly because I won't be alone. It's sad, but I want to be there.
With highschool, college starting, my eagle scout project, my father, my brother, I just can't take it. I'm trying as hard as I can to stay afloat, but I know I can't do this forever. I'm going to ask for help, whether it be doctor/therapist/counselor. I don't care if they give me happy pills or not, I just need someone that can help me.
My parents searched my computer while I was gone. They found inappropriate material, chat logs, things they didn't understand, things that I almost did. They did research on what furry was, and they're frankly horrified of it. So they say I can't go to Rainfurrest because of that. My mom was telling me that I was expressing myself to strangers sexually because I'm confused/unsatisfied/lonely/stressed. My dad tells me that I'm going to die young, of aids, and live a disgusting lifestyle because I'm gay.
My mom's advice was to get a boyfriend that treats me well, which I can't say I wouldn't like. I live in a small, conservative town, and I'm far away from anyone that I'm even possibly interested in romantically. I'm pretty sure the plan is for me to go to college in Seattle, mostly because I won't be alone. It's sad, but I want to be there.
With highschool, college starting, my eagle scout project, my father, my brother, I just can't take it. I'm trying as hard as I can to stay afloat, but I know I can't do this forever. I'm going to ask for help, whether it be doctor/therapist/counselor. I don't care if they give me happy pills or not, I just need someone that can help me.
Talk to her.
Tell her everything. Sit down with her, and just her. Your father--though I'm sure he means well--just won't understand. You need to say the good and the bad to her. From her perspective, well, she doesn't have a lot to work with. She has a different cultural perspective. But she sounds like she's really interested in your happiness, which is also your goal. So I would feel you could trust to work with her.
The psychotherapist idea is a very good one, and I support that.
I wish I knew what else to say. I'm proud of you, and you're in my thoughts and prayers.