any more, I had to find another place to express myself. I took to Facebook and wrote a long rant, and later said: “I am tired of having to be invisible. I am tired of my mother running away from the fact that I am gay.” Arrogantly, I tagged her. She couldn’t run away from that.
The next morning, we had to discuss my Facebook status. The conversation was teary. However, so began our long healing process. We had hurt and disappointed each other for years.
I taught my mother how to say “I love you, Thabiso” for the first time. It was such a magical moment. She asked that I never tell my father. We didn’t know how he would react. The fear of being disowned by a breadwinner hung in the air.
I made a whole lot of mistakes when coming out, ones that could’ve been avoided. Coming out to your parents via a Facebook status or tweet is pretty insensitive. I wouldn’t encourage it.