My mother is a lesbian, who was the custodial parent, although I always had frequent and regular contact with my father. She came out just following the divorce when I was about 6 years old, so her sexual orientation has always been a part of my reality. She has had 2 long term lesbian relationships/marriages each lasting about 10 years, give or take a bit.
As a young child the greatest effect my mom’s lesbianism had on me was feeling like there was a secret at home (this was the mid-80s). I could not share some details of my home life with my dad for fear of custody issues, and I could not share some aspects of my home life with friends for fear of being teased.
The custody thing was not a concrete concept in my childhood mind, and in fact I am sure that Mom, while making me aware, attempted to really not frighten me with “Tell and they’ll take you away from me” type warnings. I just knew I shouldn’t tell Dad.
I lived in…well I was going to say fear, but perhaps “wariness” is more accurate…of my friends in grade school finding out. It took me several years of friendship to invite my best friend home to spend the night. I didn’t want to have to explain that my mom and our “roommate” Jen shared a room. Awkward questions, and then looks of disgust were what I expected, I suppose. And I went to school with the children of some very liberal people, I realize now.
The older I got the looser I got about it all. In high school I easily shared it with a few (very cool) friends, and their response was more curiosity than anything else. By college it was a point of pride, as I went to an women’s college, where many of the students indulged in a four year experimentation.
The other major effect I can say that her orientation had on my life was an early questioning of my own sexual orientation. I figured out pretty quickly that I’m straight, and even though Mom doesn’t get it, I think she understands that it is the way I am made, and not a choice. She’ll ask, with true mom curiosity, about the latest man in my life, just as any mother would do.
It was certainly a challenge to grow up with my mom being a lesbian, but I think every kid has a challenge of some sort. I was lucky that I had strong family relationships to rely on. I will say that I turn to my dad for some types of support and my mom for others, but I don’t think that is a function of their gender or orientation, but a function of their having two widely divergent personalities.
Now as an adult whether my mom loves men or women is no longer an issue. I think growing up in this way has made me a more openminded person, and has prepared me to accept the different ways there are to have a family. I support same-sex marriage with all my heart…because I see it as simply being about that: making a family.
Absynthetic
Oh and my Dad? He knew all along.