How to: Come Out to Your Jewish Grandmother
Oy vey, am I right?
If you know me personally, you know that I am probably the most open person in the world. And if you don’t know me, you probably still assume that I am because I have an internet blog based solely on the fact that I am Jewish and gay. Let’s be real.
However, no matter how “out in the open” I am about my sexuality and my life in general, my grandmother has always been a touchy subject for me. She’s your average, adorable, matzah ball soup making, clothing misplacing, slightly over bearing, and even sometimes embarrassing grandma. A Holocaust survivor and someone deeply rooted in her Jewish religion, she has always inspired me to live life to the fullest and cultivate my own Jewish lifestyle and identity. But, as suspected, traditional values often combat and question the subject of homosexuality.
Naturally, I kept putting “coming out” off. I could never find the right time and place, and my family was always afraid of what she might say. But almost four years later, it felt awful keeping a huge part of myself hidden from her, and to be honest, I figured I might as well jump the gun before someone else let it slip.