When I came out, my friend said she didn’t think I was actually asexual. She said I was too young to know, and I might not have just had sexual attraction yet. That really hurt me, and I had and still have anxiety and self-doubt about my identity. My other two friends who were there accepted me, but I’m scared to come out to anyone again. (F/14/Asexual/panromantic)
Story #1911
When I came out I did it through a spoken word poem that I presented to my classmates. It was a nerve-wracking experience but everybody congratulated me and said they really loved it. (F)
Story #1910
When I came out I couldn’t pluck up the courage to say that I’m gay. The thought of uttering those words made me chuckle — who would expect it from me? The nice young man, which all of the parents loved. I’d always jumped though the hoops society had set for me: polite, sporty, Oxford medic. In the end my Dad stated his assumptions and I reluctantly affirmed them. The support and acceptance from my friends and family has meant the world to me.
Story #1909
When I came out it was to my ex, now one of my closest friends. We kinda did a “double confession”. She told me that she was actually they — nonbinary. I told them that I was asexual. They were surprised at first, considering our history, but in the end were very accepting. I’ve come out to a couple other people since then, but close family is for a bit later. I want to be sure of myself before others are. I’m right now in the process of questioning gender and romantic attraction, since I’m pretty sure something’s going on there. 😏 I’m also learning that having doubts is natural, and that regardless of tiny contradictions — or a complete change in orientation — you are still completely valid. ❤️ (M/18/Ace)
Story #1908
When I came out I did it by changing the relationship status on Facebook, because I fell in love with a guy from work – and it was a mutual love. We both like women, we are not interested in other men but we are together because we feel good with each other. In Poland, coming out is still something a bit brave and dangerous but we didn’t have much trouble – our families and most of our friends and colleagues just didn’t give a damn and got over it almost immediately. (M/32/Don’t care)
Story #1907
When I came out, it was to my bi friend. She said, “If you weren’t straight, I’d totally date you.” I looked at her and said, “I’m kinda not straight lol”. Then she hugged me and called me her gayby. She’s taking me with her to pride meeting at her school. (F/Panromantic/asexual)
Story #1906
When I came out I was not too prepared, as I was originally going to tell only one friend. The other three I was with came over and so l thought, now or never. I decided to have a bit of fun and build my confidence so I played a guessing game. Eventually one said, “Oh, so you’re gay?” So I nodded. One of my other friends is homophobic so I can’t tell her. (F/Lesbian)
Story #1905
When I came out, I had been dating this girl for a month, and my mother decided to check my messages (she was paying for my phone)… and she saw my text messages for the last 4 days. She was supporting and caring about it… howeeeeveeeer, my mother had me break up with her and I explained to my girlfriend what happened and she understood. I’m not allowed to have my phone back till I have my mom’s trust (I’ve been distant). (F/12/Lesbian/Nonbinary(I have not told my mom yet TwT))
Story #1904
When I came out to my mum as a trans man she told me that nobody will love a woman without breasts and she didn’t want me to talk about it. She denied my gender Identity even until the moment of her death. She told my father, who said that if I was happy then everything was okay. My friends took it well and my family too. (FtM/27/Pansexual)
Story #1903
When I came out sophomore year of high school, it wasn’t something I planned for, but rather something my parents found out about on their own by way of a love letter. As strong Christians, they were extremely offended, warning me that I would be sent to Hell for my feelings and threatening to send me to conversion camp, have meetings with church leaders and attend therapy to fix my “illness”. Due to everything surrounding this, I ultimately made the choice to throw myself back into a closeted lifestyle for the remainder of my time spent living at home. However, as I still maintain contact with the same girl with which this all began, I plan to move out for college and reunite with her. My only worry now is rehashing the sexuality conversation with my parents and the idea of them disowning me because of who I choose to be with… (F/18/Demiromantic bisexual)