When I came out, I told my mom first. Being Roman Catholic, I knew she loved me but I had no idea how she’d react. She said, “Did you think you were telling me something I didn’t already know?” even though I’d only brought home boys! She said she was glad we were moving into an adult mother-daughter relationship because she never got the chance to have that with her mom.
When I came out to my parents my mom said there was no salvation for homosexuals. A few days later I got back from my friend’s house to find all my belongings packed by the stairs. I didn’t ask why or argue; I took my bags and left. I spent a few days sleeping in my car during the winter.
When I came out, it wasn’t like I planned. My parents found a picture of me and my boyfriend kissing. They were so confused and asked themselves what they did wrong, what did they do to deserve this. Then my dad started to rough me up a little while yelling, “Why, son, why.” Since then my parents act like it never happened, that they never saw that picture.
When I came out I was 12, in 7th grade. My mother found out because of my 7-year-old sister. She wasn’t mad because she’s a lesbian too. But she said she loves me and to be careful.
When I came out, my mother and father hugged me, and told me that I could talk to them about it whenever I want.
When I came out, I was with my mom in a mental hospital after I attempted suicide. She didn’t seem surprised.
When I came out for the first time, it wasn’t a big deal anymore. There wasn’t anxiety, or grief, or a flood of any emotion at all, it just felt fine. That was perfect.
When I came out, my mother turned to my “friend” and said, “How long have you been sleeping with my son?” I brought him home and told her he was just a friend. He was the first person I had ever brought home to meet the parents!
When I came out, albeit indirectly, my mother changed the subject. We haven’t spoken of it since.
When I came out to my oldest friend she was offended I was even nervous, even though I’d been “holding out” on her for almost 30 years. She said it would take time to get used to, but that I was still me and she still loved me.
