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Saturday, December 20th, 2003By Les Norman
It was fourteen years ago when our youngest son Nick came out to us. It seems another age. Perhaps it was, but I think not entirely. Things haven’t changed that much. When he said the words “Mum, Dad, I’m gay,” it seemed to falsify those years of raising a son to take his place in the world. Were those twenty-five years a complete fantasy, just play-acting on the stage of life? We told Nick we loved him, no matter what, but I know that I felt ashamed, not for him, but for the whole family, and for myself. (more…)