i told my parents last night. i don’t know what i was expecting, but i was dreading this conversation so much. i was afraid of how they would react. i was afraid they would be disappointed in me specifically. i was afraid they would want to get involved and try to “fix” things.
my parents’ desire to help, to get involved and insert themselves into situations is well known and well observed, but it’s always done from a place of caring, from a place of genuinely wanting to help. though sometimes, for some people, it is not seen that way and is instead seen as meddling.
anyhow, the conversation went very differently than i was expecting. they were sad of course, but i explained what was going on, and the basic logistical facts. and then i told them that this is was ok, that i go this. i told them i was not a “victim” here and i want this. that seemed to satisfy any questions they may have had.
the visit was ended with them simply offering whatever help i needed, i just need to ask.