After watching how my family treated my lesbian mom, I assumed it would all repeat when I came out. But as my grandma’s memory faded, her disapproval of gay people vanished too.
While other girls my age were sneaking off with boys and getting drunk, I was becoming a zealot—and trying to convert my parents.
I always thought my mother's spiritual seeking was silly. So I almost couldn't believe it when a wacky new age community helped me cope with her death.
Convinced a demon was making me gay, my mother turned to exorcism. Years later, her pop idol finally helped her understand.
After a lifetime of resentment, working with other T.B.I. patients finally helped me understand the riddle that is my mother's mind.
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