My son Chris came out as gay to a group of friends during middle school. When he returned home that day, I brought up what I had heard from his friend’s mother. “Kids can be cruel,” I said. “Everyone is trying to fit in at your age, and your sexuality is no one’s business but your own. Your sister is not required to let people know that she is heterosexual.”
I had a feeling that my son was gay very early in his life. He preferred to play with girls and was more interested in typical girl things than what our society assumes boys will like.
Having a gay child was not a problem in our family, though I worried about the prejudice he likely would encounter. When he was a student at a Catholic elementary school, I was called into the principal’s office because they were worried that he only wanted to sit and play with his female classmates. Then, when I met with the monsignor about it, he said that being gay is not a sin according to the Catholic Church, but acting on it is, “just as any sex outside of marriage” is considered sinful.
We moved him out of that school and stopped attending Mass at that parish. At the new school, because the popular girls loved him, only the unpopular boys picked on him. He was vulnerable to those who did not feel good about themselves and went after easy targets.
I also suffered hurtful remarks from people about my son. One mom who learned he was gay said to me, “What a big cross it must be for you to bear. I will pray for you.” I was momentarily speechless. “I do not consider it to be a cross, and I will pray for you, too,” I countered and walked away.
The worst comment was from a former friend who said, “Well, at least it wasn’t your fault, since his [paternal] aunt is gay.” I no longer associate with that person.