Date: Thu, 12 May 2011 17:03:55 EDT
From: HnstSkr4@aol.com
Subject: This Is Seth - Chapter 11

Warning: This story doesn't contain any sex.  It's the story of gay teens.
None of the characters are based on real people, nor are they meant to
resemble any living or dead people.

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Copyright © 2010, 2011

This Is Seth

Chapter 11

It's A Phase

The next day around 5:00 pm the phone rings.  Mom sets the phone down and
then gets Paul to get Ryan and go upstairs.  She then went and got Dad out
of the little office area that my mom and he use.

"Grandma is on the phone.  I told her that I needed to finish something
really quick.  I am going to place her on speaker phone because I want the
two of to hear what she has to say."  She pushed the phone to speakerphone.

"Hi Mom!" My mom said to my Grandma.

"I called because I felt inspired to call and remind you that what Seth is
going through is just a phase."

Can't believe she said that about me.

"All I can say is that after seven years, it is hardly a phase."

I said it quietly not thinking that anyone could hear me.  Dad looked at me
and whispered:

"Tell her!"

He also pointed to the phone.  Before I could say what I was told to tell
her, Mom said something:

"Mom, I put you on speakerphone and I have Charles and Seth in the room
because I wanted Seth to be here to say whatever, he thinks he needs to
say."

Now, Grandma was quiet.  It was like she knew that I was going to say
something to her.

"Grandma, if my being gay is just a phase, then it's been an awfully long
seven years."

I didn't expect her to make a comment back to me, but she did.

"Maybe, you haven't prayed hard enough or fasted long enough."

"I've prayed and fasted about it multiple times."

I'm hoping that Grandma will just give up on it.  Maybe she just isn't
thinking about what's coming from her mouth.  What she did to Uncle Tim was
wrong! Right now, may not be the best time to tell her, but I'm going to
anyway.

"Grandma, I think what you did to Uncle Tim was wrong."

"What I did to your Uncle Tim was out of love for him, your mom and
everyone else in the family.

I can't believe she calls turning her back on a child, love.

"You've told that lie to yourself so many times, that now you believe it,"
I told her.  Mom suddenly looked angry.

"I hated you for doing that to Tim."

I was sort of glad that Mom expressed her anger to Grandma.  Dad
immediately came over to Mom and gave her a kiss.  I really wasn't
expecting Grandma to reply back to Mom, but I should have known that she
would.

"Guess, you didn't understand then, and you don't understand any better
now.  My grandson isn't gay, Dawn.  He just can't be gay."

Okay, I've heard enough.

"Grandma, I'm gay and you have no control over it.  Now, my decision to not
serve a mission has nothing to do with my parents or anyone else.  If you
decide to treat me like you treated Uncle Tim, that's fine with me."

I had to put it out there like that because Grandma was making my mom feel
like crap.  There was nothing but silence, both in our living room and on
the phone.

"Seth, I don't hate you, but you've made the choice to go against the Lord,
so yes I'm going to ask that until you pass through this phase, that you
stay away."

Wow!

"Fine!"

I decided that if she doesn't want me around that is fine with me.  I just
don't understand how anyone can be so cold.  I got up from where I was
sitting and went up to my room.  A little wetness is starting to form in my
eyes.  My reason for leaving the living room was so that my Grandma
wouldn't hear me cry.  Right now, I just really need a friend.


Only Paige can fill the gap right now.  Grabbing my phone, my fingers
quickly dialed her number.  Sadly, she didn't answer her phone.  Well, I'll
just have to fill her in later.  I wiped my eyes and got off my bed.  I
grabbed my journal and a pen, then laid myself out on the floor to write.
I'm not sure this will help, but let's hope it does.


My pen hit a blank line on the page, and instantly my pen took on a life of
its own.

"Today, Grandma Walker called to ask about my mission funding.  We told her
about my decision and my reasoning behind it.  I just can't believe that
she honestly thinks that I'm stuck in some crazy phase.  Bottom line here
is that she has decided to do the same thing to me that she did to Uncle
Tim."  I wasn't crying when I started this entry, but I am now.

I hate when I don't go right away to write my feelings out because then
things end up getting all messed up.  Closing my journal, I took a deep
breath and then got up to put it back on the shelf.  Now, I need to empty
this shell of its emotions.  I laid down on my bed and immediately let the
pain empty out into my pillow.  When I felt the pain subside, I figured
that I needed to call someone and vent.  Flipping through my phonebook, my
eyes caught sight of Devin's number.


For the second time today, my fingers dialed the number of a friend.

"Hello?"

Guess he's not looking at the Caller ID.

"It's Seth, dude!  Hey, you got a minute?"

Hope he does, because I really need an ear.  Devin rarely gets to hear this
end of things.

"Yeah, I got time.  What's going on buddy?"

Okay, time to dry my eyes again.  Another guy doesn't want to hear me
crying.

"My Grandma rejected me."

"Rejected you, why?"

I keep asking that myself.  Right now, I am feeling kind of low.

"It's the whole "gay" thing.  You would think she's afraid of catching it
or something.  She really believes that kicking people out of your life is
an okay thing to do."

"Keep in mind that she's old.  Gays didn't come out of the closet as much
back then."

Okay, that didn't exactly sound right, but I know what he means.

"So was this one of those `don't come over till you're cured' talks?"

Boy did Devin nail this one on the head.

"Yeah, pretty much!  I mean forget the fact that I'm not having sex.  Let's
just kick me out and be done with it that's her way of dealing with it."

"Hmmm... sounds to me like she doesn't care for it.  Man, Seth, I'm sorry
that your Grandma is like that. Seth, got to run!  Take care!  Oh one last
thing, there is nothing wrong with you. Tell her to get over it."

Devin is completely right.


It's weird how talking to someone just makes you feel okay.  In that short
little conversation, I went from blah to okay.  Devin is gifted, that's for
sure.  It's no wonder Paige likes him.  He's an all around good guy.  Devin
is awesome!  He's one of those people who seem to be happy all the time.


There was a time in my life where I thought that being gay would pass.  I
thought it would go away with prayer and fasting.  Slowly, I realized that
it wasn't going to go away.  I'm still not liking it all the time, but I'm
realizing that it's okay to be gay.  Honestly, I don't know how anyone can
believe that it's a phase.  I just don't get my Grandma.  Dad is now
standing in my doorway.

He looks sad for some reason.

"Seth, you okay?"

He must be worried about me.

"Yeah, I'm doing alright."

All I needed was a chance to calm down. Don't like dealing with anything
with a head full of steam.

"I wanted to talk with you for just a little bit," Dad said to me.

"Cool!"

Watch me get all sad and stressed again.  Right now, I'm feeling okay for
someone who was told to stay away by his grandma.

"Seth, Grandma Walker doesn't hate you, but she's having issues separating
the idea of you being gay from you."

Hmmm... maybe my parents aren't as accepting as I thought.  Careful, Seth,
don't jump to any conclusions.

"Dad, either way, she doesn't want me around; that means no Thanksgiving,
no Christmas, and no Easter."

No, I'm not feeling my best.  How can she do that to me?

"Look Seth, you've got to give her time.  She could come around at any
time."

Personally, I think that I'm in this for the long haul.  I don't see my
Grandma giving up so easily.

"Dad, do you really believe that she'll come around?"

Not a word left his mouth!  He seems to be choosing his words carefully.

"No son, I don't!"

"Dad, why didn't you say that to begin with?"

I don't get my dad at all.

"Well, I wanted to keep you thinking positive."

"I appreciate you doing that, but I would like your honesty too."

Dad patted my back.

"Okay son!"

Dad got up and left my room without saying a thing.  Don't know if I feel
any better or not.  Wish Scottie would talk to me.  It would really be nice
to have someone to hang with.


One thing I loved about Scottie was that we could have fun just about
anywhere.  We could talk about just about anything.  There was nothing that
Scottie and I did that went against the church.  We could take a boring day
and find something fun to do.  Everyone had fun around us.  They simply
didn't have a choice.  We were just a couple of super outgoing guys.  Now,
I'm back to feeling stressed.  I need to calm down.


Exercise seems to be the only thing that calms me down.  I stripped down to
my boxers and lay down on the floor.  Think I'll do some crunches.  There
is nothing like working my muscles to relax me.  It's a great way to clear
my head.  It gives me a chance to think about my life.


My life as a gay teen hasn't been easy, but it could be worse.  I haven't
been kicked out of my home.  My siblings still love me.  One set of
grandparents still loves me and wants me around.  I just don't see how a
teen without support makes it.  My Uncle Tim is a good example.  He went
through his teen years without support.  Lately, I feel like my life is
starting to change.  I've had good experiences coming out and now there
seems to be an equal amount of bad experiences.  Out of nowhere comes the
voice that always cheers me up.


Ryan, my little brother, is coming up the stairs calling my name.  He is my
little shadow at times.  There are days that he's with me from the time I
get home until his bed time.  He is now standing in front of my game
console.

"Seth, can I play?"

I know he's not going to tear it up so I pull out his favorite game and put
it in for him.  He doesn't care about winning the game as much as he does
just playing it.  With Ryan, it's about spending some time with the coolest
guy he knows.  He is my buddy that's for sure.  His laugh or smile can
change my mood from sad to happy in no time.  He has always had that effect
on me.  Don't know why.  At dinner, his chair has to be next to mine.
Sometimes, it's annoying, but it's awesome knowing that he loves me.  Guess
I'm lucky to have him in my life.  Mom called up the stairs to tell me that
it's dinner time.  Ryan set the controller down and went to wash his hands.
I got dressed and followed right behind him.


Dinner is done and Dad has taken Ryan to brush his teeth, but a thought
smacked me in the face.  I want to pass it by Mom.  First though, I need to
load the dishwasher.  Mom just happens to be in the kitchen when I entered
it.

"Mom, are you worried about the example that I'm setting for Ryan?"

She gives me this weird look and then goes back to doing whatever she is
doing.  There isn't a sound from her for a minute and a half.

"Do you smoke, use drugs, drink, belong to a gang, gamble, look at porn,
commit crimes?"

"The answer to all of those is no."

Mom smiled because she already knew the answer.

"If I was worried about it, you would know about it.  Does this have to do
with you being gay?"

Guess, I can't hide it.

"Yeah!"

Mom reaches out and slaps me. It wasn't enough to hurt me, but enough to
just get a quick jab in.  She laughed and then stepped away from the sink.

"Seth, I know you didn't choose to be gay.  I've seen your battle from day
one.  Personally, I couldn't be prouder of you."

Wow... does she know how to make a guy feel good about himself?

"Thanks Mom!" I said as I gave her a hug.


I left the kitchen after doing my chore and retired to my room.  Even with
knowing about Mom's feelings towards my example, I'm bothered slightly.
I'm worried that my sibs will follow my example of not serving a mission.
There are no sins being committed, so I'm not worried about that.  I just
don't want to set a bad example for them to follow.