When I came out, it was mid-morning, and my closest friend was driving me home from his house, where I had spent the night. He had listened to me complaining about my parents the night before (as had everyone else). When he asked for the whole story, I told him I was bi, and explained it — my issues with my parents, being afraid they’d disown me, everything. He said, “You’re my brother. That’s for life. If you ever need anything, I’m here for you.”
When I came out I was in 8th grade and I had told most of my friends and they all took it very well. I was happy that none of them were homophobic. So I decided it was time to tell my mom. So after school on a Monday I got in her car as she picked me up. I said, “Mom, I am gay.” She said, “I know. I have known since you were 2 and I love you.” I almost cried
When I came out as transgender to my mom (I was identified as a boy at birth but I identify as a girl) she just gave me a big hug and we cried. She said she’d help me transition and started using female pronouns and calling me by my preferred name.
When I came out, I tried to tell my mom that I should’ve been born a girl, but I kept choking on my words. Eventually she started to guess what I wanted to tell her and she guessed that I should have been born a girl. I told her yes and I was terrified how she would react. She just gave me a big hug and told me that she loves me. I couldn’t ask for a better mom, and it didn’t even phase her when I told her I was also a lesbian.
When I came out they thought I was kidding. My parents thought I was kidding. They were like “Ha Ha very funny joke, now what do you have to tell us?”. I told them I was being serious and they got mad and told me I needed Jesus. Now they drag me to church and shove gay bashing things down my throat. I can’t do it anymore.
When I came out I was 13. I told my best friend I liked him. He smiled and said, “Me too.” That was the day I became proud. And not single.
When I came out as bisexual, I didn’t have enough courage to tell my best friend face to face. I sent her a text message, and she replied a few minutes later. She told me she already knew, and that she loves me no matter what. She has been my main supporter ever since. I am so thankful to have her in my life.
When I came out to my mom and her boyfriend I was around 14. My mom stood up from where she was sitting, walked over to me, then did one of those embarrassing “mom dances”. She shouted, “WOOHOO NOW I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT TEENAGE PREGNANCY!”
When I came out to my best friend, I was indirect, at first. It started with me complaining about how homophobic my parents are, and how much their words hurt me; I was afraid, I told him, to even say something. “Afraid to tell them something, or afraid to tell me something?” he asked. “I’m bi; I’m not afraid to tell you that,” I responded. He sent me the longest text I’ve seen about how to deal with my parents, and told me that nothing was wrong with me.
When I came out to my best friend it ended really well. So she was about to move to Texas so I told her that I was bi. She said that it was fine with her and told me to be who I am so that was super sweet. When she got to Texas she texted me and said that she had been wanting to tell me that she was bi too for a few months. It turned out really well though.