When I came out it was to my two best friends that are twin brothers. Their reactions were opposites. My best friend at the time distanced himself. His twin grew closer to me, and now I rarely speak to my old best friend.
When I came out as trans and pansexual, most people were accepting; however, a couple people I considered close friends rejected me. I still stand strong with who I am.
When I came out it was to this girl from school I barely knew and it was over Facebook. I didn’t have any friends to tell so I told people I didn’t know. That became a “mistake” because people I hadn’t told, knew. I have a few friends and “friends” now that are okay with it, but I don’t know how my family will take it, I haven’t even accepted myself, never said “I’m gay” out loud, because saying it out loud to someone makes it real and I’m just so scared.
When I came out it was in 9th grade. I came out bisexual, but I knew I didn’t like boys at all. I thought it may have been easier. My friends and family accepted it, and a year later I came out to my parents as a lesbian. They were completely understanding and so were my friends. Plus, they all love my girlfriend!
When I came out it was kind of by accident. I was at work and was asked by a coworker, who is a lesbian, if I wanted a soda. I said, “No, thanks. I’m straight” (as in I don’t need one) and she said, “No, you aren’t. It’s pretty obvious you’re a bisexual guy”. I decided to admit it.
When I came out, I was 16 (I’m 29 now). It didn’t go well — my mom cried and my dad wouldn’t speak to me for two days, then declared it a phase. It’s better now, though we mostly don’t mention it. I’m out to pretty much everyone outside my family, though.
When I came out to my best friend as gay, she eventually coaxed me into telling my father. Easily the hardest person to come out to was myself, as it was (and still is) very challenging for me to accept who I am. However, I don’t regret being gay.
When I came out to my mum I was being yelled at, so she didn’t take me seriously. I had to tell her again later the next day and she told me I was confused, everyone finds girls attractive to a lesser degree. I just said, “Mum, that’s kind of bi.”
When I came out it was to my (Mormon) dad as gay just a couple days ago. He was really understanding after the first few minutes of shock but it still hurt a little that the first questions he asked was if I had kissed a guy and if I had ever been molested. I am 16 and also Mormon so we have a few things to work out about my life. We have only talked about it a little since then and I think he is sad and still coming to terms about it, but he made sure to tell me that he still loved me as much as ever and this changed nothing between us. He is the only person I have told and I feel sad and don’t know if I can live a meaningful life what with the whole I-can-never-be-with-someone thing. On top of that I still don’t know if the gospel is true and am divided between wanting to be true to myself and not wanting to go to hell, although I would never tell that to him.