This discussion about “coming out” as “a mother who surrendered/abandoned/relinquished/insert your own politically correct word here,” is revealing something to me. I was out from the get go. My old life was over and I had to make new friends. The world didn’t make sense to me. I told everyone my story in hopes that they could help me figure things out.
I’ve gradually come to realize the world just isn’t what I thought it was going to be. It makes a certain limited kind of sense. But it’s full of pain and confusion and illusions.
I am learning that I am coming to terms with myself more than coming out to the public. The more I learn to trust myself, the easier everything is. And that’s the way the world works! Mastering the world, success in career and society and relationships etc was an illusion I perpetrated on myself, fooling myself. I am the master of myself only. I can love and attend to others.
But it’s only in trusting myself that I can really succeed.