Just Wait Till Your Father Gets HomeTelling Your FamilyBy Norische"So what are you, some kind of Satanist, or what?" This was one of the first things my sister said when she walked into my house. It had been almost a year since I had seen my sister, she doesn't live that far away but she has always been a little on the judgmental side and so she and I have never truly been that close. She stopped by my house not long ago, no phone call, no warning, she just popped in for a visit... thankfully she didn't have her two young sons with her. I am very open about my choices and my lifestyle, however I have never breached the subject with either of my sisters. When you walk into my parlor/office the first thing you see is a wall of "toys". Floggers, whips, paddles, and canes of all types, along with a large grouping of miscellaneous torture devices and implements of all types which decorate one half of the room. Of course chains, suspension devices, harnesses, and stirrups also embellish the archway to my dinning room. A leather-covered horse sitting right smack dab in the middle of the office also seems rather conspicuous as you walk into the room. Normally I am very proud of my lifestyle choices and have no problem talking to anyone about the interesting and useful items that decorate my home. However, when my sister walked into my house I was literally at a loss for words. To help you understand a little better, let me describe my sister a little to you. My sister and I are 16 months apart in age, I am the youngest. She is married and has been for several years; she was 24 yrs old before she went out on her first date. The first man she ever kissed is also the only man she has ever kissed, her husband. She lived with my parents until she moved in with her husband and his parents. She now has two young sons, ages 9 and 5. The have a nice little house in a nice little neighborhood and she is the picture of the perfect wife and strict mother. She is very active in her church and is a model of the average clean cut, straight-laced woman in her community. When my sister first walked into my home I thought about how she would react, and then I worried if she would be offended and finally I wondered if she would even understand my lifestyle and the items in my home. Well to make it simple not only did she not understand the things that she saw but she also was completely clueless about what the BDSM lifestyle is truly about. At first she blushed and avoided looking at the floggers and whips, I could tell that she was very uncomfortable. I began to talk to her as I do with anyone; hoping that my openness would show her that there is nothing wrong or "sick" about the way I live my life. I also tried to help her understand the difference between the facts and myths about BDSM.
After I spent my afternoon explaining my lifestyle to my sister, she began to understand a little about my life. However even with all the information I gave her, the last thing she stated to me was "Well if this is what you want then, I guess it is ok. I just want to let you know that I will not be bringing my kids over again." With that she left and since then our communication has been limited to polite conversation. She hasn't brought up our conversation again nor has she come back to visit. I have never truly feared speaking to my family about my lifestyle nor have I ever avoided the subject or lied about my life... however, I have always known the reaction that I would encounter.
Do not fear what your family with think, or say, or even do. The only thing you should fear is ignorance. If someone does not accept your lifestyle that is ok, they have the right to their own opinions. If someone avoids associating with you because of choices that you have made, this too is a choice, it is their choice. A slave I had in the past was faced with a horrible dilemma, lie to his family or admit his lifestyle choices and face the consequences. He refused to lie and when asked he explained his role in my house to his family. They threatened to have him committed, to take away his car (which they had paid for), to pull his college scholarship (which they had set up when he was a small child) and disown him. Rather than shame his family he asked to be released, I have not seen him since. Pretending to be someone you are not is almost as difficult as trying to hide who you really are. Be proud of yourself, your choices, and your way of life. You do not need anyone's approval, acceptance or understanding... it is a welcome gift that your family and friends can give to you but it is not necessary nor should it be expected. As with any article this is just my opinion, take what you will and leave the rest. If you wish to contact me, my email address is Norisch1@mchsi.com Norische |