Dad, mom are lesbian! Do you want to see me as they are?

Testimony of Marta Serrano published on the website of the Lesbian magazine Mirales (Spain) on May 1, 2011, freely translated by sun

Most teenagers are difficult to get along with their parents; They feel misunderstood and so the discussions and quarrels are on the agenda.

In my case, the relationship with mine is ... difficult to define. We don't have a bad relationship; Of course, we bite like everyone but, from the point of view of communication, things are not good at us. My parents, especially my mother, fear the opinion that others have of them and their family. Then, they put a bandage on the eyes so as not to see what they don't want.

They know how my name is, what day I was born, what I do in the evening and that I live with them (this have it well in mind). But then, apart from that, what really know about me?

They don't know anything about me. They don't know my tastes, my hobbies, they don't know which subjects teach us at school and therefore, in practice, what we do; They don't know what votes I took, what homework I did, unless they know from me. They don't know that I'm now writing to you and even if I have a girl or boy, they don't know I'm lesbian. They don't know what I want to do in a few years, what is my goal in life. They don't even know half of my friends. They do not know the problems I have faced so far, nor what have been the happiest days of my life.

Also, when we talk and I try to defend my ideas and opinions, they try to hide their ignorance with the phrase: "Marta, you have many crickets for your head!" This leaves me stucco because, in reality, my professors and people close to me tell me exactly the opposite, that is, that I have clear ideas, and they consider me able to fight to reach my purposes.

In any case, I don't think it is so strange to want to go to study outside and in the meantime work and argue that for me it would be a break if, at 25, I had lived with my parents and if they had had to keep me. I really think you get wrong; And that they know that they are wrong.

This year I know I have without a doubt to do everything I set out to do: go to school in the morning, go to the language lesson in the afternoon, go to bed at five in the morning every Friday to keep the review courses, so as not to ask my parents money.

What hurts me the most, it really hurts me, it is not being able to say they are lesbian; It hurts me to know that they do not trust me, it hurts me to know that they do not get informed about me, about my life, but that it is more important for them what people think, instead of giving importance to their opinions.

However, I am lucky enough to have uncles and cousins ​​who appreciate the beautiful votes that I take to school, who are proud of me as they are, who congratulate me if I win a competition, which support me when I beat me to get what I want ...

And I know that if one day I will ever have a problem, whatever it is, they will be by my side to help me, without giving weight to what others think.

I am telling all this because there are many teenagers out there that have no support, who have no one to talk to, in the family; There are boys and girls whose parents do not accept them, who hide and live another life, for the fear that they carry inside.

From my point of view, to have an aunt, a cousin or a cousin to tell with who you were with, what you did the night before and with which to show off when something happens to you, sure that they will always be with you, what happens happens, it is very important.

For all this, thanks ...!

Original text: Dad, mamá, ¿nosta consocemos?