One year...

“Hey, Mum, do you know what Tuesday is?” I asked Mum on the weekend. Predictably, she had no idea. Even for me it’s hard to believe it’s been a year since that fateful night last March. “You don’t remember what we were doing a year ago?” “I don’t know Daniel, getting ready for Easter?” she guessed. “Not quite…” (big breath) “A year ago on Tuesday I told you and Dad I am gay.” “Daniel! You expect me to remember the fucken date do you? I was in shock for a week.” Mum laughed. I, on the other hand, have the date firmly stamped in my brain.

To celebrate I went shopping. I went to Broadway plaza and bought some nice new undies, two pairs of jeans and two shirts. It doesn’t sound like much, I know, but this is a boy who rarely spends money on himself, especially when it comes to buying new clothes. I was hoping to go to the bookshop to get a novel or a DVD as well to mark the occasion, but after the clothes shopping my legs were in no state for any walking or movement of any kind. So I did things the old fashioned way and bought it online instead.

There’s not much more to say except that 367 days ago I couldn’t conceive of my parents, Sister, family-at-large and everyone Knowing. And now they do, and the world hasn’t ended.