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My roommate wasn’t home and usually my mom and I could talk about anything, especially if my feelings were involved so I called her at 9 PM and told her. Well, I wasn’t going to be feeling any better after this call. She didn’t say anything at first. The first thing that came out of her mouth is such a gay cliche´, “Do you need to see a psychiatrist?” I couldn’t believe it. I answered “No, thanks Mom, I’ll talk to you later.”