When I came out, it was the only time in my life I actually saw my father cry.
When I came out, my dad tried to hook me up with the gay community by identifying the only two gay people he’s ever met!
When I came out, I ended up being disowned by half of my family, but I stayed strong, and after two years, I am now helping others in my situation.
When I came out to my best friend, she told me she was fine with it. A week later, she just stopped talking to me.
When I came out, my parents implied that the only reason I was asexual was to “fit in” with people who thought it was “cool” to not be straight. I hope they’ll see sense one day.
When I came out… I didn’t come out. I was outed by my high school vice-principal, first to my mom, then to the entire student body.
When I came out, I posted a big post on facebook saying how I was still the same guy everyone knows, just that I like guys. Then I waited and saw the “likes” and support comments pour in. It didn’t hit me until my mother texted me “I love you” how free I am.
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.