So I finally got the nerve to talk to my mom about gynecomastia with her. It was very tough thing to do and I honestly had not planned on telling her or my dad for awhile but the moment seemed right. But I look back on it and it really wasn't, but screw it. It could have gone alot worse.
Let me start from the beginning.(So you can understand how I randomly started mentioning my problem)
(You can skip this part if you want)It is 6pm and I've finished working out in my garage. I go upstairs and take a shower. I enter my room about 15 minutes later and my friend starts to call me. I pick up and he tells me "Hey, grab you shit. We're going to play basketball". I responded with "I just took a damn shower man, I'm tired as hell". After about 30 seconds of "convincing" me with with "We only got 5, we need a 6th for atleast a 3 on 3". So I wasn't going to let my buddies down and answered back with an "Okay". I got my shorts and tshirt on and headed downstairs.
My mom made dinner, so I sat with her infront of the t.v and ate. We were talking about my life and what my plans are in the future, what kind of job do I want to get now and a bunch of other shit. So we were in a pretty deep discussion, although not to deep to make me turn down my buddy's basketball reques
. And just out of nowhere, I told me mother "Mom, I think I've got something to tell you". I had NOT planned this at all. I took a long pause and tried to avoid eye contact. The way she looked at me when I said that one line was unforgettable. She looked at me like I did something wrong and was in big trouble and was in so much unbelievable shit I had to resort to talk to her. I was thinking of doing it another way, like writing a letter and putting it beside my parents bed so they'd read it and I wouldn't have to deal with explaining my problems(read that somewhere here). I told her: "Mom...(5 second pause)... I have GUY-nuh-coh------muhstiuahauh (I litterally said it like that)." It was like I wanted me to say it, but I was too afraid and tried to take it back inbetween but then decided "darn it", I'm going through with this.
Well, she said she knew I've had this problem, but just thought it was fat. She said "yeah you've seemed to have a tough time with it" and "it really seemed to bother you". I was relieved that she understood how I felt without telling her, which gave me less things to tell and explain to her. I explained to her I've been on these forums getting information about it.
I noted the time, 6:45, and remembered I promised my buddy I'd meed them around 7. So this gave me like 15 minutes to explain my entire surgery planned. I quickly told her about MSP paying for it and I want the surgery done in Toronto instead of here, in Vancouver, but the liposuction will cost me and bunch of other shit. Once I finished, I made sure to ask her if she understood and knew what I told her. I asked because I hope she'll explain this to my dad so that I wouldn't open up and talk about this twice. Doing it the first time was hard enough and you wouldn't expect it, but the 2nd time with another person will feel just like the first time.
7:10 arrived and my dad came home. I got my shoes on and tried to leave a fast as possible. I acted like nothing was said between my mom and I. When I finally left I was shocked at what I did. For the first few minutes after that I tried to understand, in my head, what had just happened. "Did I really go through with this?", "Did she really understand everything I told her?", "Will she tell dad?", "Was I stupid for bringing it up getting my parents into my problem?" and so much more.
Well, here I am about 8 hours later, at 3am, telling you my story. I dont know if my mom told my dad but, I know tomorrow morning will be an awkward day for me.
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