I tried to come out to my mom once. She didn't want to hear it. I first brought it up by talking about someone else I know going to visit his girlfriend in another city, and how his wife was ok with that. She was like "that's so wrong! That's cheating!" I replied, "no mom, cheating is where you lie about it. But if the wife knows and approves, then it's called polyamory. In fact, Erwin
* and I are like that too." And her exact words were "I don't want to hear about that. Don't tell me if you ever do something like that!"
At the time, neither Erwin nor I were seeing any other people, so there was no real reason to press the point. But now I'm starting to date someone else, and if it ever comes to it, I intend to sit down with my mom and really explain all this. I don't want to lie about someone I love.
I had not thought of my lack of need to "come out" as a possible lie or untruth. I don't see it that way. I come out when I am comfortable to do so and when the moment arises. I don't attach comfort to people knowing me in such a way. I guess I am a person that prefers to remain a mystery until such time as I trust enough or feel its necessary to the situation to reveal something of myself. That isn't a lie to me, it isn't an untruth, its privacy.
For the sake of argument, let's be ridiculous. Let's pretend we're all mono, and we're introducing our only girlfriend to our families. How many people would introduce her as "just a friend" and expect her not to be offended?
So why is it any different for a poly person to introduce his second girlfriend as "just a friend?" How is that not just as hurtful as the mono situation?
To me, this is the difference between "coming out" and "lying about the nature of a specific relationship" :
"Coming out" is all about ME. It's about who I am and what kinds of relationships I'm inclined towards. If I don't want to come out to certain people, that's my prerogative, because it's all about me. In situations where my relationship statuses will never come up, there's no reason for anyone to know.
But as soon as there is someone specific in the picture, it's no longer just about me. It's also about them. It's about their feelings of being my dirty little secret. It's about them not being able to express their love at the dinner table because it will make my family feel funny. It's about them listening to how much my mom loves my husband and how glad she is that I found someone like him, and how that makes the other guy feel treated like chopped liver.
I feel like there are various levels of being out. I have stated clearly that I am polyamorous in my Facebook info section. But, I generally don't push it on people. And, I've found that most people don't discover it on their own but it's right there for all friends to see.
How do you know they don't discover it on their own? They may see it and not feel comfortable mentioning it. Not talking to you about it doesn't mean they didn't see it.
I personally believe that by coming out, you're essentially saying "this isn't normal, which is why I have to explain it to you in some big talk."
It depends whether you make a big deal out of coming out, or just mention it casually. I have a friend who is as out as they come, but she never goes up to new coworkers and say "Hi, my name is Alice and I'm polyamorous. Welcome to the office!" ... but she will casually mention her boyfriend John in one conversation, and her boyfriend Frank in another, as casually as a mono person mentions the summer vacation they went on with their wife. Then people have the natural mono reaction: "I thought your boyfriend's name was John?" To which she casually replies, "oh, that's my other boyfriend" and then just watches the wheels turn behind their eyes. She's an open book, answers any questions anyone has about the situation, confirms that yes, they all know about each other. But she never makes a big deal about it or treats it like something which isn't normal.
As the pizza guy said, if you make a big deal out of it, so will others. If you treat it like it's normal, people will realize it's no big deal. Just like when kids fall. Some moms freak out, which freaks out the kid, so the kid starts crying. But some moms just go "whoopsies, let's pick you up" and the kid gets up and runs along.
* Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Let me know if you find any?