This is a bit of a vent because I don’t feel comfortable talking about this in literally any other virtual or physical space. I hope that’s ok.

I’m a 28 y/o cis woman in a straight relationship.

When I was 14 I once confided to someone that I thought I was bi. A couple of years later she brings it up in a group setting an I was adamant that conversation never happened and that I was 100% straight.

I grew up in an immigrant community and while unspoken it was always clear to me that there would be hell to pay if I was bi. My parents were already abusive and neglectful and it was hard enough to survive in that environment as is… I was always conscious of not wanting to make that even harder.

And because I was also attracted to men I guess it felt easy enough for me to ignore my attraction to women.

Even in uni I would make out with girls and stuff and my mental dissonance was like “oh, all girls are like that.”

I’m super happy that kids these days are more comfortable being queer but as that happened around me it became clear to me that… Oh, shit, I’m bi.

And it just upsets me? Like I’m in a loving straight relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I’m going to marry him in a couple of years. I don’t have the opportunity to explore my bisexuality because that boat has sailed.

And I don’t feel comfortable “coming out”. I have this vague guilt that I’ve lived my entire life with straight privilege and still do, being in a straight relationship. I feel like if I came out I’d be virtue signalling and taking oxygen from people who are “actually queer”. I’m worried people won’t believe me, because I spent 15 years not believing myself.

In terms of things in my life that cause me distress this is not the biggest one (I have C-PTSD, MDD, GAD, and am still not sure I’ll survive to my 30s).

But I just feel like I’m stuck being a straight woman, and it’s just something about myself that I’ll never get to be authentic about. And it sucks and it hurts. And I’m ashamed to tell anyone because I’m afraid neither straight nor queer spaces will believe/accept me.

  • Adora 🏳️‍⚧️@beehaw.org
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    1 year ago

    That’s completely valid. When you’re burnt out on bullshit, it’s hard to take on more. Do you have the resources to connect with a therapist about this by any chance? This is the kind of deep-seated emotional pain that I find is better processed with someone else, especially a professional who can handle taking it on. I completely understand if that isn’t something you want to do, but I feel like things get more complicated the more marginalizations you have.

    I don’t know you beyond this forum, but I do wish I could give you a big hug right now. The world can be such a shit place sometimes, but please know that your identity is 100% real and worth celebrating. You don’t have to justify it. It just is. I wish your family and those around you could unconditionally support you - it is so awful when that doesn’t happen. I’ve been there (in some ways). When I was growing up, never talked about this shit - ever. Coming out was just asking to be ostracized and abused.

    That’s why we have to love ourselves so unapologetically. We can’t rely on others to do it, even though we should be able to. I see you and support you. You deserve to be loved for who you are - ALL of you. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through all of this.

    • Kindajustlikewhat@beehaw.orgOP
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      1 year ago

      Thank you so much. I feel your big hug and it’s appreciated. I do have a therapist I see for my depression and ptsd. I will definitely talk about this with her.

      Your empathy stretches beyond even the topic at hand. You hit the nail on the head when you say that suffering added on to existing suffering makes everything more complicated.

      If I were mentally healthy right now I think I would process my sexual identity more easily. But for 3 years I’ve been struggling with annihilating depression.

      Writing this is also a helpful reminder that I’m not in the best spot to figure it all out right now, and that I don’t have to. I can sit with these somewhat complicated feelings for now and wait for when I’m healthier to open the box. At least I’ve acknowledged the box for now, instead of shoving it in the closet (har har).

      Thank you again for your empathy and kindness. Really.