When I came out, it was to a group of friends from school, who are all girls. They asked me if I was SWAG (Secretly We Are Gay), and I just keep repeating, “So Swag”. Then one of them wanted to hug me, but we were on a bunch of branches overhanging a lake, so she almost fell. We laughed warmly, and we basically just try to find ways for me to come out to my parents. The plan so far: “Mom, dad, I’m… I’m straight… STRAIGHT UP GAAAAYYYY!!!!” and then basically throw Skittles everywhere.
When I came out to my mother and my brother a few days ago at the age of 15, they both said I’m not being serious and I can’t know that yet because I’m too young. Now they’re both in denial and get mad whenever I mention the fact that I’m gay and I would like to find a boyfriend. I hope they’ll get over it and will let me live my life…
When I came out the first time, my girlfriend’s abusive father outed me to my mother. I felt sick. When I came out the second time, I told my father. I feel sick.
When I came out…..I had already done it 2 months before. I wrote my best friend a letter and he read it early but never told me. I asked him today if he ever read it and he said he did in March. He’s been super supportive and I didn’t even know it. Now for the rest of my friends…..
When I came out in 1974 it was ugly. Mom said, “If you were a whore at least it would be normal”. She said it would be better for all if I moved out. The experience was so hurtful. She passed away ten years later trying to make it up to me.
When I came out I wished my grandparents had passed away, because I don’t want them to die with the knowledge that their granddaughter is a freak (according to them).
When I came out as bisexual, my mother was horrible. She started asking me the most invasive questions, like “You’re either one or the other, not bi, so are you lesbian?” and “Obviously you’ve come to this conclusion because you’ve seen some kind of lesbian porn” and “Do you have fantasies about women?” She then threatened to kill herself afterwards, texting me terrible things. When she came back, fully alive, she said I was selfish for not calling concernedly about her suicide attempt after her reaction. Coming out was the worst experience of my life, because my parents are religious. My family disgusts me.
When I came out my friends and brothers and mother supported me and only wished for my happines. I’m still yet to come out to everyone but it is such a freeing feeling.
When I came out I told one of my friends who was already gay, she was supportive and made it feel normal. I was still nervous but told my best friend and she was also very supportive. I still haven’t told my family but hopefully they’ll be supportive too.