A letter on marriage, family, social circles, relatives and a father’s response

    Dear Ani,

    The letter from Ganesh was really moving. He has expressed his deep
    thoughts in a very sensitive and sensible manner. As you asked me to pen
    a response to it as a parent of a gay person, I needed sometime to
    regroup my thoughts about that moment of ‘crisis’ – yes, it was – in our
    family life – your coming-out.

    It is easy to claim one is a broad-minded and progressive-thinking
    person, an acknowledged intellectual, a man with no prejudices, and all
    that. But, when the moment comes, when such a person faces the question
    of homosexuality (which is actually a simple truth for the science he
    believes in), the turbulence is unimaginable.

    Ani, you and your friends may be interested
    in learning how actually I felt when you ‘came out’. Of course, there
    were some casual doubts earlier, but perhaps I had been afraid to ask
    and encounter the truth. And when you told us you were gay, it was
    undoubtedly shattering, at least for a brief moment. On hindsight, I
    feel it was all from the fear of ‘what will the others say?’ – exactly
    the point raised by Ganesh.

    I must say, of course, very clearly, that
    it was your mother, who immediately took it all in a very healthy and
    accommodative sense; that is perhaps a mother, even if it is clichéd to say
    that; and a son is a son, whatever he is.

    As for me, as an imagined intellectual, the situation brought a strange
    soul-searching. Here I am, supposed to be eschewing all prejudices, do I
    hesitate or am I capable of ignoring, what will the others say – the ‘four
    persons’ opinion, as they colloquially say in  Tamil.

    It was not a question of accepting or not the different sexual orientation of
    your son. Not at all. Actually, for a moment, I was reminded of Spencer Tracy
    character in the Stanley Kramer film, ‘Guess who is coming to Dinner’. How an
    acknowledged liberal, white man, a supporter of the civil rights moment and a
    political leader of integration, is shocked when his girl brings her black
    fiancé home; he is not
    a charlatan, but is still shaken, wondering ‘why is this happening to me?’, but
    in a little while he regains balance.

    So that was it. It certainly took a little while to stabilize my basic instincts
    and stand by all my personal convictions – “You know  homosexuality is a
    fact of nature. And your son is always yours, and you have found very little to
    complain about him on anything; in fact, he has made you to be proud in many
    occasions. And he needs your love and understanding now more than any other
    time.” And thus it was alright for me in every sense. Moreover, Ani, with a very
    understanding mother at home, you have had no problem with parents, as usually
    faced by many gay persons. But, then I don’t know how can I ever counsel any
    parent, who generally does not share my convictions on many matters -
    scientific, social, political etc. I sympathize with anyone who cannot break out
    of the normal mould to face the situation of facing a gay child. But he will,
    eventually, as the love of the parent to the son will be powerful enough to
    surmount any external influences, even the religious ones.

    I think in religions that do not unequivocally condemn people to ‘eternal
    damnation,’ the problems people need to overcome is the importance given to
    social approval. So it is usually really ‘in the closet’, both for the family
    and the person. Sometimes others – the ‘four persons’ – will even ignore it and
    not be downright malicious. There are several such cases, as you are aware. But
    then, it is the other’s opinion, that stands like the elephant in the room.

    In my situation, it was not to be. (I think, I actually asked you – “okay, why
    should you shout from the housetop that you are gay?”). It did take some time
    for me to understand this is not to be the case. What do you do when your son is
    not likely to be ‘in the closet’, but is actually getting on to be an activist
    and a kind of public voice. Naturally, your basic convictions and your love for
    your son make you
    to stand by him. Your mother and I — your mother much more instinctively than
    me — have and will always stand by you. (Forget
    the elephant in the room).

    For me, there was another funny thought. I had imagined myself in adolescence as
    a revolutionary – something like a ‘naxalite’ (Please don’t laugh!). Now what
    shall I do, if I find my son turning out to be rebel hunted by establishment and
    society. Shall we not stand by  our son? Yes, We shall. (I am not trying to
    say that if I were a conservative, I would have found it difficult to accept a
    radical
    son; you accept your son, even if you disagree with his politics or activities.)

    All that I am trying to convey, in a very rambling, if not confusing, way is
    that my wife and I have accepted, without reservations, that our son is gay.
    Period. (Hear me, elephant! Cant you go away!). But I don’t find myself quite
    adequate to counsel other parents, who may have different convictions and
    deep-rooted prejudices. Each family’s and each individual’s case is different.
    Only your love for your child will guide you to the right path. All that the
    confused parent has to remember is: the fact that your son or daughter told you
    that he/she is ‘different’ is a sign of his or her love and need for your
    support and understanding. After all, who should know if not you? No other
    minority is asked to hide from their own parents what makes them “different”!
    (Wait, before somebody points out, I should haste to say that some of these
    lines and ideas are actually from the web). And always remember, it is not a
    chosen situation, it is a genetic, biological chance event. Don’t curse why this
    should happen to you; remember that we have to play the game with whatever cards are dealt us.

    The opinion of other people is just an embarrassment in our bourgeoisie society.
    [Come to think of it, I also happen to be only a 'closet rebel' and even my irreligiosity is always submerged! Funny people simply ignore it, even to my consternation!] About the question of dodging the marriage question, asked by Ganesh, there is no way out but by braving it through. Well, my son is not the marrying kind, period – only that can be the parent’s answer to people. I disagree with Ganesh that he is isolating his parents from their social circle and that it is totally unfair to them. No social circle can be avery strong support system in all situations. It is not only for the parent of a gay person that having unmarried son/daughter is a special situation. However difficult it is, the sooner the parents realize and accept their son or daughter is not going to get married, the better it is for all of them. [I shall not bring in my thoughts on gay-marriages in this communication; that can be taken up in a different discussion.]

    I am now coming to the best part of Ganesh’s communication, which made me think a lot. I am still thinking. He asks: “I am convinced that, as a loving parent,
    she had to accept me. But does she really have to feel ‘proud’ about it? Why?
    and if she does, what is the source of the pride? That I am her son? wouldn’t
    that be a little phoney?..They accept us because we are their children and they
    love us, but do we have the right to claim that they should very proud of it?”
    [Brilliantly put, Ganesh.]

    What is it that makes one proud of his or her child? Am I proud of my son
    because he is an excellent dancer? I am, yes, but what is my privilege in his
    accomplishment? Would I not be proud of my son if he is not an excellent dancer?
    The way you are proud of yourself, and the way your mother is proud of you are
    not the same things, Ganesh. The things that makes you proud (“all that you have
    gone through”) and the instinct of pride of a mother in her son are in different
    dimensions; don’t be carried away since both have the same word to describe –
    “proud”. She will be more proud of you now that you are ‘different’ and thus
    would
    need her affection and understanding and she will give them, and that is the
    expression of her pride. I think my wife can express these
    ideas much more instinctively and clearly.

    Children, let me use a current terminology: you are a special ‘minority’ (the
    court has also pronounced it). A minority is something that expresses its
    ‘difference’ from the majority. Alternate sexuality is a case where the
    ‘minority’ line crosses into the boundaries of the
    family. Most other minorities have their families as they themselves are -
    minorities. When people of the ‘majority’ within the family
    accept and understand the ‘difference’ of the ‘minority’ with them, perhaps it
    is that what makes them proud. [And I repeat, a
    different ‘proudness' than your ‘pride'].

    Vasudevan

    October 18, 2008


    Note:  The letter referred to in this
    mail is appended below

    I have been pondering over some thoughts. This is a long posting and hence read
    with discretion.

    I have a very loving family. My younger sister is also my best friend. My mom is
    my next best friend. I am not on the emotional/best- friendly plane with my dad,
    but we do share a bond of deep care and concern for each other. My elder sister
    though married and not so easily accessible for chatting is still very close and
    understanding and all in all I feel blessed. I miss my family while being away
    from them and these days I see myself looking for an excuse to visit them
    whenever I can.

    When I am with friends and we all often
    recollect our childhood memories, I would see that we all have gone through the
    same kind of phases and shall I say shitty treatments more or less. But often I
    do notice some very non-typical traits in me, for example somewhere around my
    sixth grade, when I was barely 11 years old, I knew I was attracted only to
    guys. and I had zero confusion about that. I could also deduce then that
    marriage was not for me… Nothing unusual, just that I haven’t met many people
    to whom all this came so early.

    From then on, I have never doubted what my sexuality was or if I should
    ‘reconsider’ attraction to girls. Of course I went through all the shit of being
    different, feeling like an oddity and being uncomfortable in my skin, that most
    us have been through. But the point that I want to make is that I had always
    accepted myself. Right away. As time was passing I was noticing an entirely
    different world around me. A world that was not only attracted to the opposite
    sex but I noticed, saw and perceived things a little differently. A world that
    ridiculed me for not liking cricket, for liking arts-and-crafts and for being
    just so non-sportive.

    To drive the long story short, with these early episodes, I became immensely
    comfortable of being ‘different’ all the time, because that had become a daily
    routine from I don’t know when. It slowly evolved into pride. A defiant pride of
    being totally remorseless of what I was and being absolutely nonchalant of all
    the ridicule around me. As I look back I can see that this is the pride that has
    grown and matured into one that is more identifiable with our community, the
    pride of celebrating ones sexuality and the freedom to love. I also see it
    sometimes bordering on political lines and seeking human-rights and freedom in
    law’s words. But only sometimes. It is more content in just being absolutely
    remorseless about what it is. Long term abuse/ridicule has made it somewhat
    indifferent to the people/society around.

    Now why I said so much about my pride is that, there was strong source for it. A
    self established source that spawned the pride out of deep self-acceptance and a
    vehement remorselessness. Mostly, as the case would be, my family did not go
    through all this with me. They did not see or feel the ridicule. They did not go
    through the difficulties of being ‘different’.

    I recently came out to my Mom. We had a long and fulfilling discussion. I had
    trips planned all around with her, and we got ample opportunity to munch,
    discuss and re-discuss the details and the consequences. To summarize, she was
    very accepting. She was ok with my sexuality and ‘difference’ , but she was very
    worried about the marriage part. Or perhaps I should say the life partner part.
    Of not having anyone to take care of me when I will be–u know that cliché- old.
    It was difficult to convince her that a male ‘partner’ could be just as much as
    a wife. She is slowly trying to understand and I am positive that she will be ok
    with time.

    I sometimes ponder on the marriage question. What will happen when all my old
    relatives, carrying a visage-of-concern, will swarm around and discuss marriage
    and keep asking and prodding me and my mom like their life depends on it. Up
    until now I would have definitely loved to tell them that I want to marry a man
    and show them the door. But now I am caught wondering, as how it will be to my
    mom. I am convinced that as a loving parent she had to accept me. But does she
    really have to feel ‘proud’ about it? Why? and if she does, what is the source
    of the pride? That I am her son? wouldn’t that be a little phoney? They accept
    us because we are their children and they love us, but do we have the right to
    claim that they should very proud of it?

    I have a strong reason to be proud. I cant help but be proud after all I have
    been through. But she hasn’t been through any of it or seen any of the
    ridicule..she of course feels bad that I had to face all of it, but 15 years of
    every-day cannot be fed into a person. They can sympathise but not empathise..but
    I am affected by these questions, because it implies that they have to cut their
    relatives (I am not counting much on the very far-fetched ‘accepting relatives’
    possibility) and just comfort themselves that they are proud of their
    children..which I think is pretty phoney.

    But I would love to hear if others have different opinions. I feel that by
    dodging the marriage question head-on, I am isolating my parents from their
    social circle, and that it is totally un-fair to them, as their social circle is
    a very strong support system for them.

    And if people  and their parents have successfully/un- successfully dodged
    this marriage and relatives conundrum then I would love to hear their accounts
    also.

    Ganesh

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