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.

March 27th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, the kids at school stopped teasing me. They seemed to only hate it when they didn’t know what I was.

March 23rd, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my father, it was four months after my mother passed away. I had moved out of my wife’s home over a year before and he had heard rumors we were divorcing. I told him I had met a man and that I was gay; I was crying. His first question was “Are you sure?” The next thing he said was through tears: “You’re my son, I love you, and I always will.” When he died he had learned to love both my partner and the kids he had brought into our lives.

March 22nd, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my parents, it was right after my marriage ended and I was sitting in a car 4,000 miles away, crying like a baby. As a 38-year-old man, I felt like a kid telling my parents the worst news ever… now they’d reject me for sure. My mom cried but quickly explained that she cried about the fact that she’d failed as a mom in not having recognized the obvious pain as I suffered in silence and how she didn’t see it. My dad (who is a macho Italian-American) said, a little perplexed, “Son, why are you crying? You are my son, and I love you unconditionally.”

March 13th, 2012  
 
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When I came out I didn’t know I was coming out. I explained to my aunt what I was feeling and she told me not to tell anyone else. I thought I was the only person like me for years. Now I’m happily married to a wonderful woman for 3 years, together for over 8, and glad that I got the courage to tell everyone who I am.

March 12th, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my parents, halfway through lunch on Boxing Day 1991, I told them about “someone special” that I had met, and with whom I planned to spend the rest of my life. My mother cried, my father was stoic — and despite their fears and generational prejudices, they tried to be supportive. Today, my husband and I are 20 years into our lifetime together, and my parents could not be more loving, supportive, and proud of each of us. I am so very lucky.

March 9th, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my mom we didn’t talk for 2 and half months after that. I moved in with my Dad and step-mom, who were 100% okay with my sexuality. A year and half later my mom and I have still never brought it up… I wish I could just talk to her and tell her that I have found and lost love with a beautiful, amazing woman.

March 8th, 2012  
 
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When I came out to my uber-religious parents they were in complete shock and denial, the conversation ending with: “If that’s the way you are, then fine, but you’ll have to be single for the rest of your life,” that they would cut off any financial assistance to me until I recanted my “lifestyle,” and none of my “friends” were welcome in their home when I visited. Two days later they called and said, “We want you to know we love you, we always have and we always will. You’re not alone.” It will take time, but I know we’ll get through this. Love conquers all.

March 6th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, my mom said she always knew I was gay since I was a tomboy to the max growing up. She never once turned her back on me; she loves me for who I am. Since the day I came out I never looked back, and now seven years later, I’m so happy and in love with my fiancée.

March 5th, 2012  
 
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When I came out, my parents found out my “friend” who was visiting from out of town was sleeping in the same bed as myself. My dad texted me later that day saying, “I hope he understands the rule, we don’t care who you bring home, but they sleep in the guest room until we get to know them.” That was all that needed to be said.

March 2nd, 2012  
 
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