I know this post has been inactive for a while, but I told my parents tonight.
They freaked out. They tried reasoning with me, but I had well-thought out arguments, so they resorted to telling me I was going to become an addict, and never have a career anywhere, and that was if I didn't end up dead. My mom kept calling me a prostitute.
When I stopped arguing back (because I was crying) they offered to pay for counseling to help me figure out why I didn't think I could succeed with school or a "real" job. I told them I didn't ned it. ( the condition, of course, was that I stop dancing). Then they told me that I couldn't live in their house if I wouldn't quit.
I think they figured that would be the end of it. I have a bad habit of letting them walk on me. But I told them I'd start looking for an apartment tomorrow. That sent them back to the scare tactics, and my Dad yelled at me, which he hasn't done since I was in elementary school. They also threatened to keep me away from my younger brother, who is 16 and old enough to form his own damn opinion about my work.
I finally had to leave the room, but before I did, I made it clear that I didn't intend to stop. Now that I'm making money at it, I can afford to get my self an apartment and live on my own.
Reading the earlier posts, it looks like other people have had similar reactions that turn out okay. I'm hoping, like Collette, that my parents will realize after a while that I'm still the same person I was two months ago.
Our manager was really great about it when I asked for a little time off to find a place to live. And my fiance is on my side (of course.) So all in all, I'm glad it happened even if it was hell at the time. Thank you for hearing me out.
Blessed be



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