Narrative Essay On Early Adulthood

This brings us to the most current and present period of my life, early adulthood. I am currently nineteen years old as I right this, making this the shortest time period of the four, but plenty has certainly happened within that short period of time. During my later part of high school my group of friends consisted mostly of girls. My two best friends were both girls, I did have some guy friends still though. My friends would always share with me that people would ask them if I was gay (because I hung out with mostly girls). This upset me because I felt that who you spend your time with shouldn’t be based on your sexuality. Since I also identified myself as straight I didn’t want people thinking that I wasn’t. As my senior year came …show more content…
I made the decision to be myself in college and to no longer hide. To my surprise I received nothing but positive sanctions and support from my peers, which led me to finally tell my friends from home, who also showed me love and support. This made it so much harder to go back home for winter break though. When I did go back home to my family, I experienced role conflict because I couldn’t be a gay man as well as my parent’s son. This made it even harder to go back to pretending, since I had been so used to being myself. To my dismay, my father continued to say hurtful things about the gay community. He would complain about the legalization of gay marriage, show his disgust of gay people, or saying that they would snap out of it when they got older. He made it clear that homosexuality was a mores in our family, and our faith. All of these felt like personal attacks to me and that really hurt me. He would also comment on the fact that I had a lot of girls for friends and call me a “lady’s man” and basically forced the straight sexuality on me even though I wasn’t at all. He imposed social control over me with his beliefs, assuming that I …show more content…
The most recent occurrence regarding this situation in my life, is finally coming out to my sister. She was shocked but told me she would support me, which meant the world to me. However, a few days later she called me to tell me (as much as she hated to say it) that she didn’t agree with or think that “that” lifestyle was right. This was one of the most painful things I have ever had to hear, but knew it was bound to happen in my family. I just don’t understand though, it’s not a lifestyle, it’s