I know you will probably never accept me for being gay. You will probably never read this either, since Armenian is your first language. I can't really imagine you coming across this website. Ever. But it's okay. In case that you ever do, even if it's years from now, I decided to write this letter.
It's been three years since I told you I was gay, and you still have no idea how to come around it. I understand that it's hard, and that you may never fully accept it. You grew up in a very religious country, and I can't really change the way you feel towards certain issues. Just like you can't change the way I feel about boys. You should know one thing: I am still the same boy you have raised, and I will always love and support you and the family. Financially, emotionally, and in any way possible. As a first generation college student, I feel obligated to help out the family. Being gay doesn't change that.
Your initial thoughts were that someone forced me to be gay. You took my to psychologists in the hopes to change me. I obliged because I wanted to prove to you that even the psychologists can't change me. I was born this way. I figured that by going to a psychologist, I can further prove to you that I'm normal. You thought that I would move out, and never care about the family: that I was someone else completely different. Here I am. The same person you've raised. Our days pass, and the discussion of me being gay decreases in quantity. I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not.
I still remember when you told me you would get an abortion if you knew I was going to end up being gay. I forgive you for that. I know you were scared, and you had the impression that I was depressed and sad for being gay. However; I am so happy that I am gay, and I fully accept and embrace myself. I just can't wait until you and dad do. Just know that I am as patient as a grasshopper. I wouldn't want to leave you guys. I love you all. I hope one day things are different.
Your Armenian Boy