When I came out to my mother she cried and said it felt like I didn’t love her anymore by “doing this”. We didn’t talk for a month. She then asked me if perhaps I was just bisexual – as if the small chance I could like a man would ease her pain. So I said yes. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore.
When I came out today, I told my conservative Muslim parents that I was gay. They were accepting, they said they still loved me, but they didn’t understand it. They didn’t understand what being gay was. Maybe I didn’t explain it well enough; maybe I did and their foreign upbringing limits their understanding of what being gay is. They think that I don’t need to tell people, and that I don’t need to find someone even when I’m older (I’m only 17). It hurts that they can’t fully accept this.
When I came out, I was thirteen and was telling my mom. I told her I thought I was asexual and she laughed and said it was a phase, and I was actually relieved because I was so afraid of not knowing who I was. Two years later, I have found it isn’t a phase… I will probably not come out again.
When I came out, which was 10 minutes ago, I had already told everyone but needed to tell my mom. I sent her a text basically saying, “Hey guess what, I’m a lesbian.” She told me she still loves me just as much as she did before. Now I’m out to everyone and couldn’t be happier.
When I came out to my cousin, at first he didn’t believe me. After 10 minutes, we were talking about cute girls and rainbows, so I would say it went alright.
When I came out to my friends (a group of 12 straight ‘masculine’ men) I expected the worst. Except I was wrong. Each of them were almost more excited than I was and embraced every bit of me (Male, 21).
When I came out to my friend’s dad, I was doing math homework and told him I couldn’t think straight. He asked if I had just come out of the math closet and I said, “More than just the math closet,” and that was it.
When I came out I wasn’t interested in romance, but I met a girl who I quickly became friends with. After a couple of months I confessed to her I was gay, which shocked me. I had no idea why I said it, especially when it hadn’t cross my mind before. A few more months later after we started dating and I realized I said it because I really wanted to date her!
When I came out, it was to one of my close friends, and I am so glad I did, because I can be myself around her. She helped me be more open about my sexuality, and how I can help our school. People have come out, and have been themselves ever since they talked about their sexuality with me, and I couldn’t be more honored. (14, Female, Bisexual)
When I came out to my parents, it was as if I told them I had terminal cancer and I had 6 months left to live. I’ve only seen my dad cry twice in my life; once when my grandpa died 20 years ago and once when I came out 4 years ago. I told my sister and she laughed and told her friends. I had an anxiety disorder for several months and felt like the world was a prison in which the only way out was death. Ultimately, the only person who truly loves you and supports you is yourself.