Dark times

He did come home the next day and a barrier had gone from between us. He had always been so easy to love but now, somehow there was a greater love between us. We talked and talked and I discovered more and more of the trial he was going through. He did not want any professional help, but just badly needed to know that we loved him and accepted him as he was.

For myself it was as though a dark cloud had gone over the sun. Where could we turn for help? A well trusted friend put her arm around my shoulders and wept with me. A letter arrived from a support group in answer to my plea; it brought comfort and the assurance of prayer backing. These things greatly helped, but we knew that many of our friends and acquaintances suffered from homophobia so in order to prevent more pain to ourselves, and our son, we needed to keep things quiet. He loved his Granddad and we usually shared everything with him, but we knew he would not understand. I found the secrecy hard to cope with. To continue to act as though "all was well" when inside I felt crushed, was hard indeed.