When I Came Out

When I came out to my best friend as bisexual, I asked her if we could just talk for a minute. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Are you bi?” I almost started crying and then she said, “Finally, you’ve been dropping hints for the last month…” I think it went pretty well…

When I came out, I told one of my lesbian friends and I asked her how she came out to her parents she said she didn’t and that kinda freaked me out. I still haven’t told my parents because I’m afraid that my dad will disown me; he’s a relatively religious Christian. Does being bi make God hate me? Because I’m still religious too…

When I came out, it was in a very religious neighborhood and I was 15. All of my close friends abandoned me, and my mother thought I was confused. I hope things will get better, but I doubt they will.

When I came out to my friend group as gay it was the best experience of my life. I have always known that my friends are amazing people, but their reactions to me coming out proved it. I told them with tears running down my face, and a few minutes later they surprised me with tickets to our local pride festival and dinner and sleepover plans. Shout out to the best friends a girl could ask for.

When I came out to my parents, it was a regular Saturday, and I thought I was going to ruin the whole day. At first, I was pretty scared, and I didn’t want to tell my parents. I started crying, then I told them that I was pansexual, and my Dad told me that “being pansexual wasn’t right, and that nobody would accept me.” I came out to my Girl Scout troop a month earlier, and they all accepted me for who I really was. (Female, 14, Pansexual)

When I came out it was to two my two best friends over text. I knew they both supported LGBTQ rights, so I texted them after school one day saying that I wasn’t straight and couldn’t change that. I was 13. Now I’m 14 and I’m planning to tell the rest of my friends tomorrow!

When I came out to my mother she cried and said it felt like I didn’t love her anymore by “doing this”. We didn’t talk for a month. She then asked me if perhaps I was just bisexual – as if the small chance I could like a man would ease her pain. So I said yes. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

When I came out today, I told my conservative Muslim parents that I was gay. They were accepting, they said they still loved me, but they didn’t understand it. They didn’t understand what being gay was. Maybe I didn’t explain it well enough; maybe I did and their foreign upbringing limits their understanding of what being gay is. They think that I don’t need to tell people, and that I don’t need to find someone even when I’m older (I’m only 17). It hurts that they can’t fully accept this.

When I came out, I was thirteen and was telling my mom. I told her I thought I was asexual and she laughed and said it was a phase, and I was actually relieved because I was so afraid of not knowing who I was. Two years later, I have found it isn’t a phase… I will probably not come out again.

When I came out, which was 10 minutes ago, I had already told everyone but needed to tell my mom. I sent her a text basically saying, “Hey guess what, I’m a lesbian.” She told me she still loves me just as much as she did before. Now I’m out to everyone and couldn’t be happier.