
See. I don’t complain. I just stay silent... I can’t afford to live on my own. I can’t afford college. Etc. So I stay at home. Pretend to be their perfect little Catholic daughter. And then I can stay at home For free and save up money from my job. And they can help me get my degree. once I’m financially stable. Then I’ll finally publicly be out.
I won’t say anything because it’s the objectively polite thing to do, but if you’re in this situation there’s one thing you need to hear and you know it’s true. You can either live/die miserable and repressed, or you can live your own life. It’s painful and lonely and hard to be rejected by your loved ones, but it’s better than living life in misery.
I didn’t mean to insinuate that leaving is easy, financially or emotionally. Most of my queer friends have a similar story of being in the closet until they could live on their own. I mean this mostly to people who have settled with the fact they will never let themselves be out, and will forever be loyal to their family