Posted by:
ExAmmon
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Date: September 26, 2018 12:02AM
Hello all.
I've only posted here a few times before. For some reason, I do better with my recovery by not actively thinking about my painful Mormon past. Every once in a while I pop in to briefly look at the Recovery Board when I feel especially misunderstood, as a way to be among people who have experienced the trauma of being raised in a TBM Mormon family.
My last post:
https://www.exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,2123008So I had a huge shock on Saturday morning. I received a text message from my father and he did not have my number.
The last time I spoke to my parents was in 2011 and 2016 via handwritten letters that I sent. 2011 letter was to announce that I wanted no further contact. 2016 was to tell them they were out of line for trying to pressure the one sibling I speak to to divulge and secretly liaise. When my brother altered me, I immediately wrote my parents and told them to stop any future efforts to contact me, and that if they attempted it again I would file a restraining order.
My parents deeply harmed me psychologically. Their rejection of me for being gay was thoroughly brutal and there is no metric for the damage done. That was in February 2001 when I was 21 years old. I lost my entire world and was homeless with no money and chronic PTSD. My mental illness has ebbed and flowed corresponding to subsequent traumatic events common to traumatised people and though I have had some periods in my life where I felt totally in control, happy and hopeful, I am not in a good way presently because of things I went through in the last two years.
I needed to keep my parents out of my life because they've already done a lifetime's damage; I need to have as much freedom from the memories and anger as possible. Cutting them out of my life was one of the bravest and absolute best decisions I've ever made.
Imagine my surprise receive a bizarre and cryptic text from my father: "sorry to shock you...I'll be leaving tonight..I won't make any more efforts to find you..I know this is invasive, I'm sorry. I need to tell you things. I left a letter in your post office box. I contacted a private investigator to find you. You don't have to respond. I'll stop trying. I don't mean to cause you more pain. Thank you for being my son.. I will always love you"
This arrived in the morning. Shock, anger, curiosity, bewilderment, confusion. The message didn't explain if he had travelled to my little town or?
I told my brother and he investigated and found out that indeed my dad was here, at my little rural post office waiting for me. WTF. 5 hours later I went to the post office hoping he'd be gone. I did not even want to read this letter but friends I trust told me it'd be better to just get it over with.
The letter was an even bigger shock than the text. He attempted to apologise for rejecting me for being gay. It seemed actually sincere. The letter said he his flight back home was just a few hours later that evening. I felt ambushed; here he was begging to meet me out of years of no contact. I was supposed to make such a big decision that would have left me feeling very unsafe (he and my mother are the genesis and locus of all my trauma, there is a history of emotional abuse with my mother too).
I should be happy, but I'm not. It made me angry. It made me feel like I had been painted into the corner of being the heartless guy for being forced to make a decision.
I should be happy he accepts me on some level, but the thing is I let the love die years ago; I had to, and it was one of the healthiest things I've ever done.
I'm actually a person who rarely complains or talks openly about my victimhood (it's too personal, I don't want to be re victimised by being unfairly judged by others and ultimately I care more about focusing on the present and the future rather than dwelling on the past). However, the damage he and my mother did to me is incalculable. I cannot hold all my anger at once. They destroyed most of my promise and opportunity just when I was starting out life. Huge damage to my health. I was raised somewhere between upper middle class and middle class in an affluent suburb but my entire adult life I've barely made a wage above poverty level, despite a high work ethic and being a very bright kid.
I was suicidal most of my 20s and would not be alive today had I not been lucky to meet a very unselfish, special partner.
I realise that giving me advice is probably impossible, but I welcome any feedback or ideas. The biggest question I have is how on earth are they super TBM and somehow now accepting my being gay? My cynical mind is certain there must have been a PR shift in the church in the recent past, a directive perhaps that would open a window enough for parents to be allowed to tell their gay kids that they can openly accept them?
They sacrificed me for their TBM status. I was homeless and effectively cast in the gutter. I was treated with disgust and suspicion, alternated with occasional conditional respect, or I was being lied to and manipulated (attempted). I have always been a mark and a fix-it project since coming out; I cannot believe that this would have changed.
My parents are very orthodox Mormons and that status means more to them than their own son. So why, how is any of this surreal new development believable?
I answered the text before his flight "I received your letter. This is not a good time, but if I am ready to talk I'll let you know".
I have many questions, but before any diplomatic contact can resume I have a very very long list of concerns, grievances and boundaries that must be addressed. Even then, I can't imagine trusting anything they say.
Ugh. On one hand I know I should be glad, and 8 years ago this letter would have been extremely welcome, but I grew and changed and healed a lot. I saw things for what they are and it empowered me to get more from life and to give myself more peace and better tools for navigating the world. I see my parents for who they are. I see the good in them, and I have tried to keep it an enhance it in myself, but I also cannot deny that they are the cause of most of my intense suffering and trauma.
Their apparent accepting me is sadly not worth much to me, because I stopped trusting and loving them nearly a decade ago. I can't picture them ever getting past my list of grievances or me being able to trust them and yet I feel that if I don't make some effort, it will be wasting an opportunity. I don't have the time or energy to deal with this and won't for a while, but it's been forced on me. I live in a very rural place and thankfully he did not find my "street" address (dirt road). If he had shown up I'd be in a much worse place.