When I came out my mother was furious. She refused to believe that it was not a phase and that I was in fact a gay man. After the fury subsided, she then expressed her concern over the hardships she knew I would face in the world, to my surprise. Later on, my family would soon grow to realize that I am still the same person, but I just love the same sex.
When I came out my mother said she would have shot herself in the head if she didn’t have God. What followed were years of religious therapy and psychological counseling. The bright side? I am still really gay, and I found a group of friends that became my family. Never surrender who you are.
When I came out, my parents were horrified and threatened to disown me if I didn’t get reorientation counseling. 12 years later, my mother called me up to say she fully supports my decision and is happy with having a gay son. It was worth the wait.
When I came out, my brother told me he still loved me, but he was a Republican and wasn’t marching in any damn parades. Then he proceeded to ask me about the hot girls I hooked up with.
When I came out to my mom, she was more excited to meet my girlfriend than anything.
When I came out, it was first in an email to my best friend while she was in the Peace Corps. Her response was surprised and upset. She thought while she was in a different country, she’d missed my coming out.
When I came out my best friend and I were both exhausted, in our sleeping bags, on her living room floor. I told her I had started dating a girl, and I was a lesbian. She rolled over, hugged me, and said, “I want to hear all about her in the morning.”
When I came out, I’d just lost my partner to AIDS. My family was sorry/disappointed they never got to meet Jim. I got my family back when I lost him. Wish I could have had both.
When I came out to my high school best friend, he said: “I knew it all the time. I thought, it’s gonna take forever. I respect you for who you are no matter what.”