Retraction

I haven’t disappeared, nor has it been necessary to put The Exodus™ into action; I’m still at home but I’ve been procrastinating in a big way rather than studying for an exam on Tuesday next week.

When Sister arrived home on Sunday night, I went out to greet the car. She walked up to me wordlessly and hugged me, tightly, for a long time. When she let me go she said: “I don’t want to make you more upset but when I asked you not to take communion it wasn’t because of that” (presumably Mum and Dad filled her in on the reason for my absence), “it was just that anyone should go to confession if they haven’t been to mass in a long time, me included, it wasn’t because I thought you’d done anything specific. I’m sorry.” She was crying and obviously quite upset for having upset me so. I told her I forgave her (and I had) and silently beat myself over the head for jumping to my own conclusions.

Since then things have been the same. There has been no proselytising, no questioning, nothing much really. While I’m overjoyed at the lack of such unpleasantness, I’m aware that it will have to be dealt with at some point, for both our sakes. It occurred to me the other day that we are both labouring under misconceptions regarding my being gay; she asked me on the phone when I told her “what does that mean?” and I thought that she would be much more militant (for want of a better word) in her coming to terms with all this. So, she is probably wondering many things and I am definitely wondering what she’s thinking about it.

So for now life goes on as normal. I’m trying not to procrastinate too much and actually get some study done which is why I haven’t been posting much. Once the exam is over, next Wednesday, I’ll be travelling northward to the Coast to stay with Lala and Cal (whom I really miss, I haven’t seen them since March) for a few weeks, including a trip to the North Coast to Cal’s parents’ holiday house with family and friends. That should be fun, ten “adults” (aged between 16 and 25, and I use the term loosely), our friends’ two kids (aged six months and two) and one puppy, all squished into a two bedroom holiday house. I’ve already “bagsed” a bed; Lala promises a “reserved” sign, laminated with gold trimming, will be made for me so that no one else pinches my bed. Joys of being disabled; you get automatic bedding when staying in a house with 12 people and only enough bedding for seven.

And with that, my friends, I must leave you and attempt to start studying.