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I knew immediately that it was a secret that had to be kept- and never mind that everyone I knew already knew, I didn't.
In 1994, my mom found some stuff in room and literally kicked me out into the rain. I didn't go to school for a couple weeks, and my grades plummeted, and the following year, my parents revoked any funding they were giving me for school. I dropped out, and haven't been back.
I was a musician. I was the best musician in my school system when I graduated high school. I played (past tense) oboe, piano, percussion, marched colorguard in DCI, and got a scholarship (which this event killed). I was even starting to write for ensembles. My whole life, I was musically talented (and didn't even know it for most of my life), and my mom admits that she and my dad knew it when I was five years old. They did nothing, even going so far as to encourage me to play sports when I was a kid, instead of giving me piano lessons (which they denied me, when asked, AFTER I helped BUY a piano). All that is over with, and it's killing me from the inside, because that was the happiest time of my life and the people I trusted the most deliberately went out of their way to kill it, and they succeeded. I can't understand, even after all this time, why they did what they did. It's as if they were trying to punish me from the time I was a really little kid. IT wasn't just my being gay- I think it was also jealousy. But I'm not sure.
If there is one piece of advice I can give gay youth, it is this: if you have to ask yourself if your family is ready to hear the news, then they're NOT.
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