Story #1423

When I came out, it was one of the most emotional times of my life. I was 13, and I was hanging out with my mom in my room and she saw my self-harm scars. After repeatedly and worriedly asking why, I gathered the courage and told her I thought I was lesbian. I started crying, then she started crying; it was a big mess overall. But in the end, my mother and I had created a bond no other two human beings could share. We’re closer than ever now, and I don’t regret a single bit of it.